For fall break my parents flew me out
to Phoenix. It was such a fantastic
break and it was just what I needed. It
was so warm and relaxing. If only I didn't
have to study while I was there.
Getting back to Utah was a bit of a struggle though.
My flight was scheduled for Sunday evening,
and we figured the airport wouldn't be super busy.
WRONG! I got to the airpot too late to check my
bags in so I was going to have to take it as a carry on
which meant I would have to throw away my hair
products and stuff. I quickly walked to the security,
and it was seriously a mile long. I called my dad and I
told him I didn't think I was going to make it. The guy
standing in front of me said, "and I thought I was in bad
shape." The lady behind me told me " I would do
everything I could to get through security faster. Ask
people if you can cut in front of them" I was a little hesitant
at first because I felt bad for cutting. Finally I got the guts
and started asking people. About three or four people would
hear me and they would all move out of the way until
I asked the next group. Then a group of people would
move out of the way and that happened until I got
to the security. I asked a couple people if I could cut in
front of them and one guy said "yeah, I've been there
before." I was so grateful for all the people that willing
let me cut. Security took a little longer then I would have
liked because they had to check my hair stuff and throw
it away. After that, I ran down the hall to my flight, but
then I noticed I was going the wrong way. I stopped one
of those guys who drive the carts and people can ride on which
way was the right way. He told me to get on, and I told him
that I had to run. He said, "You think you can out run me?"
When we started going I though, "Ya I can run faster then you."
He dropped me off and I raced to my gate. My plane
was still there. I had a small bit of hope that I made it
on time, but I was wrong. The lady put me on standby
for another flight, and I watched my plane leave.
I was so unbelievably frustrated and tired from running that
I just wanted to cry. I sucked it up and went to my other
terminal and waited for about three hours. It started to
get really crowded and I started to get nervous. I
went and talked to the lady at the desk to see
what my chances were at getting on. She said it
wasn't good and if she started to ask for volunteers
to take another flight that I wouldn't get on. I waited
for about 10 min until she started to ask for
volunteers. I called my parents and they came
to pick me up. We scheduled another flight that left
at 6 in the morning. We learned our lesson and left
earlier to the airport. We pulled up and the check in line
for southwest was so long. I was thinking, " You
have got to be kidding me." The lady in front of me
said that this was better then the line inside.
Slowly the line started moving and I got my
bags checked in. I walked really fast to the security,
only to find the line really long. I started to panic.
"Great. I'm not going to make this flight either."
Thankfully the line moved really fast and I made
it just in time! I was so happy.
I slept the whole way home, and I probably looked
like an idiot because I would catch myself with my
mouth hanging wide open. hah!
I got off the plane and went to get my luggage.
I waited. And waited. And waited.
No bags.
SERIOUSLY?
I then remembered that plane was going the Denver,
and was probably taking my bags with them. I talked
to the lady at the desk and they said that my bags would
be at me house later that day.
After that I got in my car and drove strait to school.
It was an adventure to say the least. I was
really frustrated about the whole situation,
but I knew it would be a funny story later.
It's still not quite funny yet, but it
will get there.
