so i’m home now from my world life changing vacation of working in galleries and my new york extravaganza living for 5 weeks. i’m upset. it’s lonely at night. and im tired but cant sleep till at least 4 am and i have to get up before 11 (like for work or meeting people). [and lets face it, there is definately going2 be some back log posts about nyc]

Ive had this unbelievable amount of good luck for 5 weeks straight- that is pretty unusual for me!!  so it comes as no suprise to me when i’m on my way to the airport in a private taxi car, and i lesuirely look down at my itinery – and it says my flight is on Thursday 10th, and it’s now Friday the 11th. Whoops. I re-read it and think fuck. But, I’m not suprised by this because it is, ‘just my luck’.

However the thing that IS suprising is the fact that I’ve had the 11th for my flight in my head all weeks long. I had my apartment 2 this date, I told Magda I was leaving on this date – I had even told my mom at the airport before I left, by email an on the phone so on several occations. There was not even one moment of doubt at any point. I suppose this is what you risk when you book a flight like 3months before you depart and have a 5 week gap to look at your itinery. The funny thing is why didn’t I even check, just check?!

So no stranger to fucking up, and well lets face it – even if I was fucked I know so many people in NYC now it means I wouldn’t realllllly be left stranded, I didn’t panic. My heart beat rose significantly and i made sure I looked like my 12 year oldself, because who cant resist helping kids travelling on their own out? So I go to the Delta check-in desk and  I say,

“Hey I was wondering if you can help me? I missed my flight and I was wondering if you could book me on the next avilable one…”

guy: ” What time was your flight at? and where to?”

Me, and I feel absoluely stupid as I hear the words come out of my mouth, ” Yesterday, and to Manchester UK.”

Guy, ” Yesterday?!”

I make some excuse, ” yeah because I land on the 11th I got the 11th in my head”

Guy, ” there’s room on the next flight but your probably going to get charged a fine and you need to do it over at ticketing which is across the road”

So I run over the Delta Ticketing where this guy tells me I’ve paid Air France the cash, but I’m flying with them so therefore I need 2 sort it out with Air France. I need to call them. So I call them and they put me on hold for 20 minutes. When I do get some assistance they tell me that I need to run to Terminal 1, pay my fine there at the Air France ticketing desk and get my tickets – BUT I gotta be quick, it’s going to close in 15 minutes. At this point I am like fuck…. I’m in Terminal 4. And JFK is no Manchester Airport. So I have to run with 2 huge heavy bags on a trolley thing across terminal, up and down lifts and up and down along side roads. I can imagine that its one of the most funny things to see.

So I get there 2 the Air France ticketing desk, and they leasuirely print my ticket even though I only have 50 minutes to get back to terminal 4, check in and go through security and get my plane seat allocated at the gate desk.

Oh yes. It was a fun night. The best part of it though was I got 3 seats to myself at the back of plane. SCORE1!¬

When I arrived back in the UK, i froze my ass off. And started my new job in a bookies the next day. I’m sure you will hear more about that as it progresses.

MORAL OF THE STORY: ALWAYS DOUBLE CHECK YOUR ITINERY, and try and not get cheap tickets that are booked with 2 airlines just incase of things like this happening.


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