Rachel's Daily Diary 11 59 pm pdt [ airport tears ] I got to the airport early and saw that there was a tremendous line to check luggage. I got in it. An airline employee was running around saying, "Is anyone leaving at 1:50 or earlier?" and shunting those people to the front of the line. "My flight is at 2," I chimed in. She answered with, "Then just stay where you are in line." I considered being dishonest, and just going up to the gate, where I would eaither sneak on an extra piece of carry-on luggage, or they would take it away and check it there. But I decided to do the right thing and wait like I was supposed to. I could tell from the start that the outlook was poor, but I amused myself watching people. I began to get aggitated, as the employee was still running around, but she didn't help me, and the minutes clicked away. Finally, with only a half-dozen people left in front of me, I stepped out of line and walked up to the woman. "My flight is at 2. Will my luggage make it?" "You can go over there, but it will have to be late-check." I was mad. I was very flustered, and as I was advised that my luggage might not make the flight, I failed to calm myself. I told myself I am always happy. That didn't help at all. I told myself this really wasn't a big deal. Still no luck. At this point I was starting to shake and I knew that the only immediately relief would be to cry or to punch something. I decided that there would be no harm in having a quick cry on the way to my gate, so I did. When finally seated on board, I whipped out the drink tickets Matthew had left at my house, and when the flight attendant came round, I asked for a screwdriver. I almost said "make it strong" but I decided against it and was surprised that she didn't card me. Thank god I didn't ask for a strong drink, because the only she brought was barely drinkable. It was vodka with a small amount of oj for coloring. A third of the way through it I was feeling it and wondering what would happen once I finished it. What happened was that Matthew met me at the gate and we had cute hugging and pecking, but I know he is not a fan of pdas [public displays of affection]. While waiting for the luggage I asked it we could have some serious smooching in public, which he was not happy about. At least my suitcase made the flight... * * * two years ago today: "I spent the morning rushing to get another copy of my movie output. I am very pleased with my edit, but having output troubles is rather discouraging." one year ago today: "I graduate from college tomorrow." |
May 1998 |