i missed my flight.
for the first time in my 28 years of life, i missed a flight. now, while for some people this may be normal, for someone who's very and can i repeat very organized and type A, this is SO NOT LIKE ME. it was almost comical. and it wasn't because i "got stuck in traffic" or i "woke up too late." no, none of the above.
it's simply because last night when i went online to check the flight time, i checked the flight times for SUNDAY instead of SATURDAY. sunday's flight time? 9:35 saturday's flight time? 9:00. right. so when you check in at 8:52, you miss your flight. i guess that's the way it goes.
my only issue with this whole situation is how the friggin' gate agent treated me when the door had closed 1 minute, yes 1 minute before i arrived at the gate. she looked at me as if i was an irresponsible teenager who couldn't get my crap together in time to make my flight. now that... is irritating. and i wasn't about to go into the whole sunday/saturday sob story because clearly she didn't care. and this was the best line of the morning...
"well, you just better hope and pray you can get on the noon flight because there's only 3 seats left and if you don't want to pay $300 to guarantee yourself a seat then start praying." really? who's the customer here? last time i checked, it's me. and no, i'm not a teenager, contrary to popular opinion. thankyouverymuch.
i get that this is solely my fault and maybe there's a lesson to be learned or a conversation i would have otherwise missed out on or some divine reason i missed that flight, but it sure does stink. so God, if there's a reason, bring it on. and if there's not, then gate agent, you need an attitude adjustment and i need another cup of burnt coffee from the amarillo magazine stand.
and here's some entertainment for you in the meantime...
what i would look like if you were/are on drugs, or if i was a lion, or if you're an evil gate agent:
if i was an alien:
if my nose had never grown:
and if i never lost my baby teeth: