(Scene: a regular Thursday afternoon. K has gone to a meeting in Dallas and has had a rough time of it so far today. Tip: check in for your flight 24 hours before it departs…)
L: How is it only 2:00???? Oh, forgot you’re in Dallas. Doh!
K: OMG. NO KIDDING. Would you like to hear what I freaking did this morning?!?!?
L: Um, yes, yes I would. I’m intrigued/terrified/excited. Missed your flight?
K: Well, this morning when I got up, I got really sick, so I was running late. I butt dialed Mackey on my way to the airport and somehow made it a 3 way call (I THREE-WAY BUTT CALLED HIM. AWESOME.). He called me back wondering why the hell I had called him that early in the morning (actually he was very nice about it) and I decided to end the call by saying, “so…was it good for you?” (It was a three-way butt dial, after all…needed to bring attention to that…couldn’t just leave it alone). Yeah. Anyway, I got to the airport to check in and the meanest woman on the planet was at the ticket counter. She told me if I wanted to get to my meeting in Dallas, I should have been on time to the airport. Really? REALLY?! Don’t you think I know that?!
So I get a ticket for the next flight and run to security. I called Greg and told him what happened (because I was the one who had THE PRESENTATION. Brilliant, Schaffer, quite brilliant) and he told me to get to the gate asap, because they’d probably still let me on. So I go through security and don’t bother putting my shoes back on AND RUN (I mean RUN) in a full out sprint to the gate. And I’m wearing tights and a dress, so just picture that plus me “sprinting.” I SLIDE around the corner and look up and ALL my coworkers are watching me. But I made the flight because Greg is amazing and worked his charms on the gate agent.
The funny thing is….I’m having a great day. I don’t know if running gave me enough endorphins or what, but my attitude is strangely positive. I looked like an idiot, but I kind of don’t care.
(Pause)
L: You’re going to wake up extra-early for your flight next week, aren’t you?
K: Oh yeah, this day has been hellish.
(For the record: K made it home exhausted, but no worse for wear. She was early for her flight to Dallas the next week. It’s the little victories that matter most.)
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