I've made it!
Let me tell you the human ass was not meant to be sat on for 12 hours...unless there was a Buffy marathon on TV. Even then - you'd get up and go to the fridge...
So the saga thus far...
Friday (Boston)
4am - wakie wakie...
4:15 am - repeat - wakie wakie
4:20am - REALLY.. now ... wake up!
Sleepy head showers wishes she'd listened to her intuition and taken her packed suitcase out to the car the night before. D'oh! It's much more fun to bang around the hall at 5am and wake the roomies.
5:30ish- the sacred bean juice is now in hand - blessed be Mc'D's.
Arrive Logan airport - 2 hours early cause you know...TSA needs to screen me.
20 mins later - screening all done! Damn.. hurry up and wait.
Foggy and raining... flight to Balitmore cancelled.. half expecting to hear my flight to Chicago is going to be cancelled too... but no - it's just going to be a bit late.
Late?
Don't you know who I am? I'm going to Japan today... I have a connecting flight that I cannot miss! *grumble* *indignation* I have no time to lose! Look I've only got an hour before my connection takes off ... I can't possibly miss it...it's cutting it too close....
Ms. Gallant?
>> Yah?
Um.. you'll be fine. See here on your itinerary .. see that's already more than an hour between your connections... and well... Chicago is on central time.. so you really have 2 hours of leeway between your connections...
>>Blast.. cover blown. Busted by my longstanding inability to understand timezones. Just who is the boss of that? And where does that hour come from?
Oprah sends her hello's from Chicago.. I make it and get on my next flight no troubles.
UNTIL I get on the plane. Below is a diagram.
0 = some dude X=me
Seating chart
00 00000 00
00 00000 00
00 00000 00
00 00X00 00
00 00000 00
So - neither aisle or window. I'm trapped.
Reference sentence one above... and you get the drift.