Screwed Over in the Home state, and the Others Come to My Rescue

Why am I a total and complete idiot? Is it sad I have to repeatedly ask myself that quetion? yes. Anyways, Air travel is a comlete Bitch!, and here I thought it woul be a cakewalk. I mean, Heaven forbid that, you know, an airline actually conduct their flight the way it was planned. And God strike me dead for expecting it to be so.

My journey began at 930 AM when I woke up. Um, the night before I had barely slept...I stayed up til at least 5 AM watching Hello Dolly and constructing a picture frame out of paper for my old senior pictures. Why? I don't know. But stop asking me questions and let me tell the damn story!...please and thank you.

I said my not-so-dramatic goodbyes to my family, including my mother who usually breaks down on site (haha that's clever........you'll see why later) of seeing any of her young or husband leave the nest and, worse, a plane. So everything was going fine as I sat at my gate reading Eat. Pray. Love. ...because the movies coming out soon, but also because Oprah told me to... (It's actually very good if you care to pick up a copy). My plane came into the gate and the onboard passengers exited the terminal. My flight was delayed three time whilst sitting there.

SO they told us that there was a mechanical problem that occured on site... yeah see...clever...at least I can laugh at my extremely fucked up situation.... I say this because then they tld us they fixed it and they were waiting for permission to board. They never got it, and the flight was cancelled. So after waitng forever and a friggin year in line to see what can be done about this, my rents (short for parents...get used to it...please and thank you, of course) had to come down to the front desk to see what the deal was.

OF COURSE, there were no flights that could get me to Florida from the hours of 9am and noon, which is when I had to check in. I was supposed to be there in like an hour and be staying in this kick ass hotel, eating dinner by myself as I either read, or talk to someone else on the phone on speakerphone on the otherside of the table as I order and eat their dinner as well. But no, I'm in terminal hell trying to just get there. The only thing the airliner could give me was this deal:

I would leave Tulsa at 5 and get to Salt Lake City (the opposite way of where I'm trying to go mind you) at 7. Then, I wait for SIX HOURS for the 1AM flight to Atlanta...a 5 hr flight. Then the earliest they could book me on a flight to Orlando would get me there at 1230...still too late. They put me on standby for the flights until then. I was astounded. I was laughing hysterically. At least I can laugh at my etremely fucked up situation. I had to do it, and hope for the best.

So I did. and I went through all the gruel flights. Became an SLC punk, flew first class. But I was sooooooo Hungry! I wanted El Tequila, a small mexican resturant in Broken Arrow, OK(/ my favorite place in the world) so badly I literally thought I might murder for some. I kinda scared myself. I hadn't eaten since Saturaday night so I was really holding out for that meal that was supposed to be on that...te he...Midnight PLANE to Georgia. But it never happened. So, ravnously hungry I arrived in Atlanta.

Let me tell you one thing. There is nothing beter in this entire world than the Popeye's Chicken in the Atlanta Airpot. I was greeted by the woman with a "Hey babay, goot mournin'. Whatchu want suga?" I ordered a simple chicken biscuit. "Mk Sweetie well there you go and you have a wondaful day na!" I think I was in love with her. But I quickly got over "us" and got to eating. It was a little spicy, totally buttery and utterly scrumptous. In love with Popeye's? God yes!

Anyways, so there I am at my gate in Atlanta and I'm praying. Literally. And lo and behold, God works. He put me on that early standby flight and I arrived to my final destination on time. ( I totally forgot to mention the fact that the whole trp, to everyone I met or spoke to, I did so with a british accent...At least I can laugh at my seriously fucked up situation).