Whoa! I had a grilling time. It all started in Indianapolis when I (Don’t know why) assumed that I was flying Continental Airlines though actually it was United. Well, I stood in the line of Continental for 15 minutes and when I got to the ticketing counter it threw an error telling that I don’t have a reservation. (Thankfully it was a self check in counter and thus saved me from major embarrassment). I then scrambled through my documents inside my bag and checked. Man! It was United. WTF. I rushed to the united counter which was the farthest from where I was standing. I somehow managed to reach the counter with my heavy bags and there I saw a big line. The time was 6:05 PM and my flight departure time was 6:45PM. Luckily, the lady at the counter called that anyone for this flight should come forward immediately bypassing the line! Thank God I said. Got myself checked in, rushed through the security and finally when I arrived at the Gate the flight was late by 1 hr! Fcuk. I had a connection in Chicago and this meant that I would be in a very tight spot. I asked the lady at the counter whether I am safe and she said that I am OK and I would have to hurry a bit at Chicago running from Gate C22 to B19.
At that point of time I realized that I was hungry. Went to a To-go coffee shop and ordered a chicken sandwich. But as I was feeling very luck that day (pun intended) the chicken sandwich was over. The person in front of me took the last sandwich from the fridge. I was thanklessly refunded my money. I bought a small packet of chips and waited for my flight looking at the weatch every 5 mins. Finally, the fight came afte 1.5 hours (1 hour was the scheduled delay and around half hour was the unscheduled one). We boarded the plane but alas our luggage were still on the way. We waited on the tarmac for 20 more mins after boarding for the luggage to arrive. Well, at that point it was clear that I would miss my connecting flight from Chicago. I was already making plans of going to Chicago downtown during the night and catching with few of my friends. To be very frank, a part of my heart was saying “Wow! That’s a free Chicago vacation for a few hours”, but my other part and the body was saying “ Dude, you gotta reach home take some rest and get ready to shift your house the next day”.
But nothing could be done. I was sure to miss my connection so that was it. We reached Chicago at 8:25, came out of the plane by 8:35 and I headed straight to the monitors to check the status of my connecting flight. Whew! It was delayed as well. From 8:15 to 8:50. I checked my watch. 8:40. So that leaves me with less than 10 mins. I started running. It was long. Really long. I ran with my heavy hand luggage. It was the most tiresome run. Empty stomach, juggling between people, avoiding the airport trolleys. Shit! It was bad and I finally reached my gate a few mins to spare. Drank some water and finally boarded the plane. Kept my fingers crossed for the rest of my journey and thankfully it was pretty uneventful. Slept for sometime, saw a movie, ate pretzels, drank juice and reached Phoenix! Was driven back home by a friend and slept. Finally, I remembered the lines from this famous Floyd song –
At that point of time I realized that I was hungry. Went to a To-go coffee shop and ordered a chicken sandwich. But as I was feeling very luck that day (pun intended) the chicken sandwich was over. The person in front of me took the last sandwich from the fridge. I was thanklessly refunded my money. I bought a small packet of chips and waited for my flight looking at the weatch every 5 mins. Finally, the fight came afte 1.5 hours (1 hour was the scheduled delay and around half hour was the unscheduled one). We boarded the plane but alas our luggage were still on the way. We waited on the tarmac for 20 more mins after boarding for the luggage to arrive. Well, at that point it was clear that I would miss my connecting flight from Chicago. I was already making plans of going to Chicago downtown during the night and catching with few of my friends. To be very frank, a part of my heart was saying “Wow! That’s a free Chicago vacation for a few hours”, but my other part and the body was saying “ Dude, you gotta reach home take some rest and get ready to shift your house the next day”.
But nothing could be done. I was sure to miss my connection so that was it. We reached Chicago at 8:25, came out of the plane by 8:35 and I headed straight to the monitors to check the status of my connecting flight. Whew! It was delayed as well. From 8:15 to 8:50. I checked my watch. 8:40. So that leaves me with less than 10 mins. I started running. It was long. Really long. I ran with my heavy hand luggage. It was the most tiresome run. Empty stomach, juggling between people, avoiding the airport trolleys. Shit! It was bad and I finally reached my gate a few mins to spare. Drank some water and finally boarded the plane. Kept my fingers crossed for the rest of my journey and thankfully it was pretty uneventful. Slept for sometime, saw a movie, ate pretzels, drank juice and reached Phoenix! Was driven back home by a friend and slept. Finally, I remembered the lines from this famous Floyd song –
“Home, Home again. I like to be here when I can...”
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