As a self diagnosed insomniac I can tell you that a great nights sleep is like finding a great guy. It happens on occasion, and when it does you feel as high as the sky.
Except when it makes you late for the airport.
Something drew me away from my beauty rest, and it wasn’t the sound of xylophones from my iPhone. I dug my way out of the sheets and through the comforter and lazily glanced at the brown digital clock in the hotel room.
9:00 a.m.
Hoping the clock was lying to me, I jumped up out of the queen-sized bed, and over to the desk to grab my phone.
9:01 a.m.
Immediately it dawned on me that my flight from LaGuardia Airport to Washington DC was leaving in an hour and a half, and I still had to get dress, double check the hotel room for items I didn’t want to leave behind, check out of The Park Central Hotel in Manhattan, hail a taxi, and make it to the airport.
While getting dressed I called Delta Airlines to let them know that I would be running late and to see what my options were.
Busy.
Called back.
Busy.
Call again.
Still Busy…
Clearly I am running out of time.
I quickly shoved my things into my luggage and did a quick once over of the hotel room.
9:30 a.m.
Satisfied I wouldn’t leave my life in NYC, I rushed out of the room waited four minutes for an elevator, went straight to the concierge to see if the hotel had a some sort of Delta Airline insider phone numbers that could get me pass the busy signal.
9:37 a.m.
Waiting behind someone asking how to get to Greenwich Village by subway. It must be nice to be on holiday.
9:47 a.m.
Unfortunately, my only hope was to pray I could make it to the airport in time. No need to hail a cab, there was one sitting outside. I told the cab driver that my flight leaves at 10:30.
9:50 a.m.
I don’t know who was talking, but the driver was driving like I was about to have a baby in his cab. I mean, driving down the shoulder, forcing cars over, honking and everything.
10:07 a.m.
I hopped out of the cab in front of Delta Airlines just to find that there are thousands of people standing in line.
10:17 a.m.
I am told to go to the other Delta terminal, which is conviently ten minutes away by bus. Clearly I wasn’t making it to my flight on time.
10:31 a.m.
I watched the plane fly off into the distance with out me.
10:47 a.m.
While waiting for the next flight out at 12:30 p.m. I dozed off thinking about the extra hour I wish I had in that bed.
