So pumped on being back in a boat and back in Texas! Went for my first boat ride in 6 weeks and things did feel a little strange (having fins and riding my Maiden instead of Socialite) but super fun.
Had a pretty different experience on my flight this time around. Being cheap I booked a flight through new york with a 5 hour layover in New Ark Airport. While there I did pretty much everything one can do to pass time, including making conversation with strangers and watching every video there is on alliance.
Right before my flight was meant to board there was a message about a gate change so I packed up all my stuff and rushed to the new gate. As I am standing in line to board the aircraft I reach down in my bag to pick up my boarding card and my… PASSPORT!!! It’s pretty much the same feeling loosing your phone in the lake; realizing that your passport is not in your bag. After having time to think around a hundred thoughts within 30 seconds (thoughts like “How am I gonna go to Europeans in Amsterdam, where can I get a new passport, what if someone pretends to be me?”) I explained my very unfortunate situation to the air hostess. She told me “I’m sorry but you’re going to miss your flight if you leave now to try and find it. The best thing to do is contact the staff in Austin and maybe they can send you the passport if we find it”.
With a big lump in my belly I boarded the flight, even though I was quite sure that my passport was lying there, all alone and scared, waiting for me in the first gate where I’d rushed to get my stuff. Once on the flight and after all hope had left my chest the pilot announced that due to bad weather all flights had been postponed and that we would be grounded for at least an hour! Immediately I pressed the flight attendant button, once again explained my situation to a very friendly member of the cabin crew and was told “wait here, I’ll see what I can do”. After a few anxious minutes I heard the pilot call “Cabin crew, crosscheck and ” whatever it is they say and I was told that I could go look for my passport! I was out of my seat before they could change their minds and did my version of Tas the Tasmanian devil as I ran through the airport. Once I got back to the first gate and looked under the chair I was sitting, I could’ve hugged the mom with the infant screeming its heart out right next to me! MY PASSPORT was still right there on the ground. I got back to the flight with a big smile on my face, a smile that didn’t go away even though our flight ended up being 3 hours delayed.
“I’m sorry” I leaned over to the guy next to me in my seat “I think it’s my fault our flight is delayed, somewhere somehow I guess I must have some good Karma stacked up”.