Only Allison in the Apple

by Allison

As expected, my trip to the big city with the family was perfectly blog-worthy. This was our first true “family vacation” in years, so we were all pretty excited. Since my folks are in Kitty Hawk and I live in Raleigh, they arranged to fly into Laguardia around 4 p.m. where they would wait for me until my (non-stop) flight arrived at 5:00. Good plan, right? Yeah.

My dear Nicole dropped me off at the airport on Friday afternoon. I was pumped about getting out of town for a few days and thrilled that I would not have to transfer somewhere crazy like Atlanta before I got to New York. I checked in. My flight had been cancelled. Here we go.

I left RDU at 3:30 and arrived in Philly a little before 5. My family had been delayed in D.C., so it just so happened that we were still on the same schedule. I had made a first-class friend on the way to Philly who inspired me to take advantage of the perks. However, the Bud Light flight forced me to run like the wind to the restroom before I changed planes at the airport. No problem. Right.

I booked it to the shuttle to catch my next flight (leaving in 15 minutes from Terminal C). I was reaching for my phone at the terminal to call and check in with my family when it hit me – like a ton of bricks. I bolted back to the shuttle where I rode panic-stricken back to the restroom at Terminal F to get my cell phone from the stall. After waiting patiently for the slowest woman on the face of the EARTH to come out, I found NO phone. I ran to the closest man in uniform, then to the information desk where the slowest man on the face of the EARTH handed it over. Thank you, God.

Incidently, I missed the flight. I never made it to New York. Go figure.

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