oh my
Last week's disappointments:
- Delta flight was delayed, something was wrong with the plane!
- No white chocolate bread pudding at Figs!
- Burdick's was closed!
- David T. Olsen wasn't around! (reminder to Grace: my half-Asian/JT-BFF professor)
- The cab ride cost $35 for a $10 ride and he didn't have his license with him, making the WP security guards wary!
- Dinner was the epitome of AWK!
- It was hot and sweaty in a dress!
- Banquet food was bad!
- My flight from JFK was delayed because they took an extra hour to load luggage, but apparently they did this all the time so they actually just build another extra hour into the schedule. BUT! There were flight control problems, 40 planes were waiting on the runway before us, another hour passes by, I am sure to miss my connecting flight from Dallas to Los Angeles!
- David fortunately gets American on the phone and gets my name on another flight to LA, the last one out. My flight gets into terminal C and my flight leaves from terminal A. If I miss this second flight which takes off 30 minutes after I supposedly land, I'll have to make the DFW airport my home for a night! Bastards.
- I make it to DFW on time and it's only 6 gates down. I get my ticket (unfortunately, some people on my flight headed to Oakland missed their flight and I think they even had to pay for their next flight and hotel stay) and I'm on the plane within minutes...we leave the gate...we're on the runway...THEN we get called back to the gate! Something's wrong, they must fix, they don't know how long it's going to take! Seriously, can you believe my luck? I had to call my friend and mom a million times. It was only delayed 30 minutes so I got in only an hour or so later after my original arrival time. But now I have a cold.
- Today, I almost burn down the apartment building because I left my apartment key in my traveling backpack and I go downstairs to get the mail with only my mail key. Of course, I left something on the stove. I had to call my mom and a $60 locksmith. Scary how someone can just open your door if they really wanted. And my chicken soup is now gone. Blah.
- Delta flight was delayed, something was wrong with the plane!
- No white chocolate bread pudding at Figs!
- Burdick's was closed!
- David T. Olsen wasn't around! (reminder to Grace: my half-Asian/JT-BFF professor)
- The cab ride cost $35 for a $10 ride and he didn't have his license with him, making the WP security guards wary!
- Dinner was the epitome of AWK!
- It was hot and sweaty in a dress!
- Banquet food was bad!
- My flight from JFK was delayed because they took an extra hour to load luggage, but apparently they did this all the time so they actually just build another extra hour into the schedule. BUT! There were flight control problems, 40 planes were waiting on the runway before us, another hour passes by, I am sure to miss my connecting flight from Dallas to Los Angeles!
- David fortunately gets American on the phone and gets my name on another flight to LA, the last one out. My flight gets into terminal C and my flight leaves from terminal A. If I miss this second flight which takes off 30 minutes after I supposedly land, I'll have to make the DFW airport my home for a night! Bastards.
- I make it to DFW on time and it's only 6 gates down. I get my ticket (unfortunately, some people on my flight headed to Oakland missed their flight and I think they even had to pay for their next flight and hotel stay) and I'm on the plane within minutes...we leave the gate...we're on the runway...THEN we get called back to the gate! Something's wrong, they must fix, they don't know how long it's going to take! Seriously, can you believe my luck? I had to call my friend and mom a million times. It was only delayed 30 minutes so I got in only an hour or so later after my original arrival time. But now I have a cold.
- Today, I almost burn down the apartment building because I left my apartment key in my traveling backpack and I go downstairs to get the mail with only my mail key. Of course, I left something on the stove. I had to call my mom and a $60 locksmith. Scary how someone can just open your door if they really wanted. And my chicken soup is now gone. Blah.