The fiasco

After weeks of procrastination I HAD to get stuff done before my trip to Calgary so the last few days have been insanely hectic. Productive, but mildly painful. Anyways, after a few hours of sleep I got up, finished up the new ramp as best as possible without being able to hammer since it was 4:30 a.m., finished packing, etc. and headed for the Airport. I got there a half hour before my flight left but had to wait in the speedy self check-in line about 15 min. so the guy told me I missed my flight. They couldn't get the baggage on, I should be an hour ahead, and so on. I assume my face showed my shock & dismay because he was very nice & got me booked on the next direct flight at 9. Stand-by but there were lots of seats so not much of a worry. You know me though, I HATE difficulties and FREAK with difficulties involving travel. I had to eat candy to prevent myself from bursting into tears in front of everyone. I went to the washroom after getting my new not-quite-confirmed ticket and balled in the toilet stall for about 10 minutes. Then I went for coffee, had a mediocre croissant, and read #5 of "confessions of Georgia Nicholson". The concession lady told me to have another coffee at no charge even, which was awesome. The flight was ok. Then, I went to pick up the rental car. My card was declined due to the $500 deposit I didn't know existed so again I was a little upset. Luckily Janet was able to come to the Airport & rescue our plans. We went to eat and Janet got splashed with some fountain beverage and I got a bit of pop in my eye.
After that though - smooth sailing. Ah a mini-vac. I had a nap even.