About 14 hours ago. It's 5.15pm and I've a room of about five people and I've been waffling on for an hour or so when someone asks what my schedule is like for tomorrow.
I fly tomorrow was my reply ill check the time. Laptop open. Login to BA. Find the flight details and look at the screen. 7.10pm flight Wednesday. Not Thursday. The grim realization I've got the day wrong and I'm on a non changeable flight 35 miles away in less than two hours.
I immediately fling my laptop down, in the bag and leg it for the door shouting 'flight, flight'. Drive to the hotel run in, upstairs pack and run out with out checking out. Then proceed to try and get to San Fran airport in rush hour. Arrive at car hire with 35 minutes to the flight. Pull up, leave keys in ignition and leg it to the lifts past the waiting attendant 'Mail me!'. Sky train 10 minutes, then airport run across to checkin dripping in sweat 25 minutes. They let me check in, escort through security on flight 5 minutes before takeoff. Just in time to send a text to the missus telling her to get a taxi to the airport to pick me up. Stressed as hell.
Touch down 10 hours later and then the grim realization. I don't need a taxi, I'm parked at the airport.
I think I need to slow down.
I fly tomorrow was my reply ill check the time. Laptop open. Login to BA. Find the flight details and look at the screen. 7.10pm flight Wednesday. Not Thursday. The grim realization I've got the day wrong and I'm on a non changeable flight 35 miles away in less than two hours.
I immediately fling my laptop down, in the bag and leg it for the door shouting 'flight, flight'. Drive to the hotel run in, upstairs pack and run out with out checking out. Then proceed to try and get to San Fran airport in rush hour. Arrive at car hire with 35 minutes to the flight. Pull up, leave keys in ignition and leg it to the lifts past the waiting attendant 'Mail me!'. Sky train 10 minutes, then airport run across to checkin dripping in sweat 25 minutes. They let me check in, escort through security on flight 5 minutes before takeoff. Just in time to send a text to the missus telling her to get a taxi to the airport to pick me up. Stressed as hell.
Touch down 10 hours later and then the grim realization. I don't need a taxi, I'm parked at the airport.
I think I need to slow down.
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