With what seemed like a great travel plan..

I got screwed in the butt. Every single time I fly through Atlanta airport, something goes wrong. Every. Time.

This time weather didn’t permit our flight from flying until an hour and a half later than expected. My connecting flight then left the second we landed and no one had any clue that I was supposed to be on that connecting flight, even though I asked more than 5 people if they could make sure that flight was held.

My iPod hard drive died. I went to the wrong terminal to enter my confirmation number, was an hour late, realized I needed to be in the Delta terminal, went there, and got the news about the delayed flight. I got to the second airport, I ran and I ran and I ran. I missed that flight. I couldn’t feel my legs and I had developed a fatal sounding cough because of the unexpected sprint.

Then I asked my boyfriend, with a lump in my throat and pissed off tears in my eyes, to drive 4 hours to come pick me up rather than stay in a hotel until 8am the next morning and have to go through confirmation numbers and security once again. I felt so bad, but I’m finally here. And I’m alive.

I don’t think anyone deserves to have to go through this more than once.

Notes

  1. brain-food said: awwwwww my poor love :(
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