You would think I had learned my lesson. But I didn't.
After last year's missed flight experience, I should have been better prepared and on time for my trip to Nashville/Huntsville. Yet somehow, I managed once again to arrive at the gate mere minutes after my flight's departure. Last year's experience turned out to be a mere inconvenience, this year's adventure has been a nightmare. Not only have I had to deal with sitting around the airport for almost nine hours but it has also cost me where it hurts most - in my pocket book. Yes, not only did I have to sit around and wait for an available flight, but I paid a very costly penalty for arriving late. I am sure the accountants at Southwest leap with glee whenever a discount conscious ticket holder misses a flight and is forced to pay a full fare. Oh the misery.
As much as I enjoy people watching (and airports are normally great people watching venues), it's definitely not nearly as much fun when you don't really have much choice and your primary concern is you are forced to stick around the terminal hoping you might catch a flight standby. What really stings is that for as much time as I spent waiting around I could have gone home, taken a nap and still have time to spare.
Whining about it obviously won't change a thing. I am a couple hundred dollars poorer and I lost a complete day due to my own ineptitude. All I can do now is hope Halle Berry's twin sister sits next to me and not a sweaty, hairy, Ron Jeremy lookalike. One can only hope.
One week later...
Well, one week has passed. I had a great time in Huntsville. I bought my Oakwood University tee-shirt. I got to see friends and family. No, I wasn't forced to sit next to the Ron Jeremy look-a-like contest winner on my way out there (not that I have anything against fat and hairy aging porn stars). Even better, I made to the airport in time for my return trip and on the flight I had the whole row to my self. I nearly cried. OK, maybe not. But at least my own idiocy hurt a little less.
Alright, I've said enough. Since I think I might go again next year, it might be a good idea to start heading for the airport now.
Well, I gotta fly... I mean scoot...