Yesterday I almost missed my flight. You see, that's the first time that has ever happened to me. Usually when I fly everything goes smoothly (read: they have more than one computer working for those people checking bags). But not yesterday. Yesterday fifty people and I stood in line waiting for our lucky chance to get to use the one computer saved for us regular travelers. Yesterday I was labeled as a failure when a big fat yellow LATE CHECK-IN tag was put on my bag.
Yesterday was fun.
But as someone somewhere once said: yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery.
For the next thirty days I will be playing a game called How Many Places Can I Go Other Than My Home Of Houston. Since I will be living at the airport and possibly almost missing another flight, I decided to come up with a list of things that made up for the fact that
Southwest made me I almost missed my flight.
Funny flight attendants. Most of the time during safety speeches, flight attendants sound about 50% less enthused than the economics teacher in Ferris Bueller. Our guy yesterday was cracking jokes left and right. Almost to the point where I actually wanted to pay attention during the safety speech.
Just kidding. I always pay attention because I'm convinced the one time I don't pay attention will be the one time something will happen and I'll be like HOW IN THE WORLD DOES MY SEAT BECOME MY FLOTATION DEVICE?
Window seats. Even though I was a LATE CHECK-IN I still managed to get a window seat...in the very back. Although 98% of the time I keep the window shade down so I'm not really sure why I added this as a point...Oh! Yes! Because as you watch the person in the middle seat struggle to fall asleep sitting tall, you get to lean your head on the side of the plane and act like it's totally comfortable to rest that way.
On fleek music. My name is Emily and I have a music problem. Hi, Emily! Every time I listen to music I always get too excited to see or hear what's on next so I skip a song before it is over. Well shut the plane door because yesterday my shuffled playlist was on fleek (isn't that what the kids are saying these days? I try so hard to be cool). All my favs were back to back. It's almost liked the flight gods felt bad for labeling me a LATE CHECK-IN when I was most definitely on time.
I'm not bitter at all about this, obviously.
Riding the plane train at the Atlanta airport. I don't care what anyone says, I think the Atlanta airport is the best airport and I will always get excited riding the plane train. Pre 9/11 security that's what we did for fun. My mom would take me and my brother to the airport and we would spend way too long (but not too long at all) riding the plane train. That's what was on fleek back in the day.
Luggage. I was told since I was a LATE CHECK-IN that there was no guarantee my luggage would make it on my flight. It did. And I was happy. The End.
Linking up with Karlee.