So my vacation has started…or false started for that matter…I woke up at 5am and was ready by 5:40. I called the Checker Cab of Cambridge and at 6am they were still not at my house. I called back and asked what was going on because I didn’t want to miss my flight which was at 7:35am. They assured me the driver would be right there and so I waited.
6:03, 6:04, 6:05, 6:11. I was powerless but starting to feel trapped since this is MY FUCKING VACATION. I started freaking out, ran back in the house and got the phone number of another cab, but that meant waiting another 15 minutes or so. I would never make my flight then…Why does shit like this have to happen to me? Pity-pot shit going through my head and I haven’t had any bloody coffee yet.
Ring, Ring.
Hello?
Hi. This is the cab I am outside of your house.
I am outside of my house and you are not here. Where the hell are you?
I am in Porter Sq.
OK I know where you are I will be there in 4 minutes.
6:12, 6:13, 6:14, 6:15.
My vacation is ruined. I have lost everything. Why go on? What is the point to life? Maybe I will call the cabbie back.
Hello?
Where are you?
I am right on Warren St.
Good. I am walking to meet you at the intersection. I don’t want to miss my flight.
I get in the cab and the cabbie is really a nice guy. I bitch and moan and let him know that I realize it isn’t his fault. I really don’t care who is at fault I just don’t want to miss my flight.
There is NO traffic and plenty of time to spare. No lines, no anything. The agent at the kiosk tells me that the flight has been delayed it won’t be leaving until 8:39. I laugh and really don’t feel any relief.
Perhaps I should have signed up for flight status notification? Or maybe I just should have checked the flight online?
What the hell is it about land travel to air travel that gets me all worked up?
This is just another example of my inability to accept things as they are…
Anyway the first step is complete I am at the airport awaiting my flight.