squeaking in
my flight ended up getting into philly 20 minutes late... on a 45-minute connection. and i had to catch the shuttle out to f terminal. and, of course, once i got there, my gate was literally the farthest down...
so i threw caution to the wind and ran like hell down the terminal, dragging my luggage (not having to worry about a checked bag = so worth it) and risking a broken ankle on their stupid slippery floors - and got to the gate just as they were about to close the door. yay for getting home tonight! (and yay for the ability to run in button-up librarian pumps, too.)
so i threw caution to the wind and ran like hell down the terminal, dragging my luggage (not having to worry about a checked bag = so worth it) and risking a broken ankle on their stupid slippery floors - and got to the gate just as they were about to close the door. yay for getting home tonight! (and yay for the ability to run in button-up librarian pumps, too.)