Listen to this bullshit.
This girl i know (which, by the way i had had LOTS of problems with, but that was in the past and we agreed to let all of that go.) called me and asked me if I would go to her company x-mas party with her. You know, why not?Party one night, see friends and family the next, home town. Sure. When?
I call the airlines and then I call her back and give her all of the info, since she will be picking me up at the airport. By the way this is pre 9/11. The next few days we talk back and forth about our upcoming weekend and I am actually looking forward to this. She is really excited, and you know what that means.
Day of flight. I travel down Hwy. 94 on my way to metro to catch my 10 am flight. I'm running a little late, but should be fine. I arrive at the horribly designed airport complex, park and wait for my shuttle to pick me up. And I wait. And wait. And wait. At this point I really can't do anything for this IS the pickup point. 22 minutes of which I didn't allow for has gone by. There is no way I will make this flight. The shuttle finally arrives and the only excuse this jack-off has for the delay is.... "that's why they tell you to get here earlier." They tell everybody that all because of you? interesting. I am now in the terminal. I stand in line to change my flight, surprisingly it goes pretty smooth. Now what? Hit the bar to waste my 3 hour delay, but first i call my ride to let her know that i will be late.
Of course, being a woman, she makes this into a bigger deal than it is, we will still have plenty of time to make this party. She's mad because she was at the airport already and I should have called earlier. Well, I'm sorry. I thought I would take care of business first so I had the new information at hand.
6 or 8 drinks later I head for the gate. while waiting for boarding to start I thought I should go ahead and take a piss first. I left my bag on the chair and went to the bathroom. There was this older lady that I had asked to watch my bag. When I returned the last selection of boarding numbers were in line and boarding. I grab my bag and start to walk toward the gate Then a security person stopped me. By me leaving my bag alone constitutes a bag search along with a series of questions. Remember my 6 or 8 drinks? Well this is not a time for stupid questions. Guess what? Looks like Darril is taking the next flight.
This will be a good phone call.
The next flight will put us having to go straight from the airport to the x-mas party. Which, by the way, was formal.
She is very upset with me now. I promise to sober up and tell her that during my wait I will change so that we can go straight there. We discuss where she will be to pick me up because she doesn't want to walk through the airport in a gown. "Please Darril, make that next plane." "Don't worry honey. See you then."
Of course, I missed the next plane.
And this is why:
The previous story was being told to her from my recliner as I sat drinking and laughing aloud by myself. You see, I never purchased a ticket. I made the excuses up for my own entertainment.
Do you know why?
Because she caused me alot of problems, and yes, we did agree to let it all go....
BUT...
I have trouble letting go, BITCH!
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