Why Me?

Here I am...alone in the Lewiston Airport. I am supposed to be on a plane to Salt Lake City right now...where I catch another to Atlanta, then another still to Jackson where my trip is to end. I have to work at the National Appaloosa Show as I am employed by the registry.

All of my colleagues (well the ones that were leaving today) are on that plane to SLC. Maybe I should back up a few hours.....

.......

I woke up at 4:00 AM litterally standing by the bed;I knew I was late. The cats were hissing and peter was running around trying to find the car keys...then remembered he: popriety demands pants too. I grabbed a bra, jammed my toothbrush around in my mouth and streaked out the door pausing long enough to grab my carryon baggage and make sure pater had my checked baggage in the truck.

Then we started hauling ASS!!!! We made it down the grade in 7 minutes...normally a 30 minute trip...I'm not sure how we survived. I started praying that God would keep us safe...and every time I said "Amen," we passed a cop who would kindly turn his lights on to remind us that the speed limit was 55....not 85. No one pulled us over though.

At 4:45 we were stuck at a construction light, and driving 100 mph or not we are 30 minutes away from the airport...but that's okay, I can print my boarding pass and jump on the plane. Then my phone rings.

"Hi where are you?" My boss snipped....shit.

"I'm on my way, I'm sorry to worry you..." To which c=she said: "well you have to check in by 5:00."

Shit.

I hung up the phone with the knowledge that we were not going to make it. What the hell??? The last day I worked I was told that the Admin Lady was going to check us all in and we would just have to print boarding passes. I guess that didn't happen, but it wouldn't have mattered because I got to the airport just in time to see the plane full of people I work with blinking off into the distance.

I'm in big trouble. My boss sounded pissed enough on the phone...she is going to flog me!

So, I speak with the boy at the counter and I have to change my flight. The next plane leaves here at noon...10 minutes after my connection in SLC leaves for Atlanta. Anyways, the kid was really nice, and only charged me $50 to change my entire itinerary. No, instead of arriving at Jackson at 5:45, I get there at 9:55...and then I got in the truck and cried!

Peter and I went to Shari's where we gagged down soggy bacon, powdered egg substitute and toxic coffee. Then he dropped me off at the airport where I now sit...listening to the best of the 60s 70s and 80s and the clock tick-tocking its way to twelve...slowly.

I am going to be gone for a month, and my trip is already messed up. This had better be worth all of the trouble...for me, my employer and my friends and family who have to pick up the slack while I'm gone!