Getting back to Tokyo..
Anyway, so let me tell you what happened after we parted ways!
Well, to start off with, I was supposed to give Tim a call from your
cell phone before I got on the plane. Forgetting to do that was the
start of my trouble, although of course I did not know this at the
time!
After I got inside, I realized that, oh shit, they're never going to let
me on the plane with all of this lotion. When I had asked for the
box, I had only thought about using it to pack them nicely inside
my suitcase, forgetting that I couldn't even take them on my
carry-on luggage from LAX to SFO. Thankfully I did realize it
before I had even lined up to go through security... so I quickly
taped up the box and checked it in... which I was kicking myself
for having to do, since my window at SFO to catch my flight to
Narita was so short I didn't want to have to wait for checked
baggage.
So then I get on the plane and of course it's delayed 20 minutes
or so... great. Finally we take off and it's a quick flight with no
further delays, but I'm still 25 minutes later than the original time,
so I am a little panicked as I get off the plane. I run to the first
pay phone I can and give Tim a call...no answer. At this point,
I start to worry. But I hurry over to the initial meeting point...
only to realize that there are actually two food courts in the
international terminal. After not finding Tim at the first one,
I hustle over to the other one... still no time. Now I'm sweating
bullets.
I get on the wireless as quick as I can, running through a
massive amount of backup plans the whole while. Unfortunately,
I can't find anyone actively online, so I give up and call Angela
who, angel that she is, answers and immediately starts trying
to help me out. She calls Tim's house and his sister... no
answer. Things would be looking very, very grim but as I chat
with Angela, I look up my flight time... for the first time having
an inkling that I may have misremembered the departure time.
And LO AND BEHOLD the flight is actually at 2pm, not 1pm...
so I've got an hour more than I had originally thought!
As I chat with Angela, she suddenly stops typing, only to
resume shortly to let me know that Tim is in the parking garage!
It turns out that my first call after I landed in SFO is what woke
him up.. he then sped like crazy to make it to the airport...and
so I managed to get my luggage and make it on to my flight.
Crazy, huh?
(originally sent as an e-mail to a friend)
Well, to start off with, I was supposed to give Tim a call from your
cell phone before I got on the plane. Forgetting to do that was the
start of my trouble, although of course I did not know this at the
time!
After I got inside, I realized that, oh shit, they're never going to let
me on the plane with all of this lotion. When I had asked for the
box, I had only thought about using it to pack them nicely inside
my suitcase, forgetting that I couldn't even take them on my
carry-on luggage from LAX to SFO. Thankfully I did realize it
before I had even lined up to go through security... so I quickly
taped up the box and checked it in... which I was kicking myself
for having to do, since my window at SFO to catch my flight to
Narita was so short I didn't want to have to wait for checked
baggage.
So then I get on the plane and of course it's delayed 20 minutes
or so... great. Finally we take off and it's a quick flight with no
further delays, but I'm still 25 minutes later than the original time,
so I am a little panicked as I get off the plane. I run to the first
pay phone I can and give Tim a call...no answer. At this point,
I start to worry. But I hurry over to the initial meeting point...
only to realize that there are actually two food courts in the
international terminal. After not finding Tim at the first one,
I hustle over to the other one... still no time. Now I'm sweating
bullets.
I get on the wireless as quick as I can, running through a
massive amount of backup plans the whole while. Unfortunately,
I can't find anyone actively online, so I give up and call Angela
who, angel that she is, answers and immediately starts trying
to help me out. She calls Tim's house and his sister... no
answer. Things would be looking very, very grim but as I chat
with Angela, I look up my flight time... for the first time having
an inkling that I may have misremembered the departure time.
And LO AND BEHOLD the flight is actually at 2pm, not 1pm...
so I've got an hour more than I had originally thought!
As I chat with Angela, she suddenly stops typing, only to
resume shortly to let me know that Tim is in the parking garage!
It turns out that my first call after I landed in SFO is what woke
him up.. he then sped like crazy to make it to the airport...and
so I managed to get my luggage and make it on to my flight.
Crazy, huh?
(originally sent as an e-mail to a friend)