I've never been one to get mad when something doesn't go right. Usually there's a reason. And I think if we weren't meant to handle and solve problems, they wouldn't happen to us. My car's been booted. I didn't mind because I knew I was in the wrong. My car's been towed. It was OK, because I knew I could pay for it.
Well, add missing my flight on the list of lessons learned. Like the mojo I'm trying to be, I was blogging and reading up on the convention before boarding my plane 20 minutes before departure.
When I finally reached the gate, my friends at United told me my gate was moved to another terminal.
"Didn't you hear?" they asked.
Well, no. That's why I was at the gate on my ticket.
Like a scene out of "Home Alone" there I was -- dashing through O'Hare to another terminal, just to get there to see them close the door to the airbridge to the plane. (Lesson to air travelers: Board stops a good 15 minutes before a plane takes off -- another thing I didn't know.)
They say to come early to the airport. I did.
My friends at United got me a ticket on a later flight. You betcha I'm there early. A good three hours early.