A Nice Little Jog

I’m on the tarmac waiting to leave LAX and have been for the past 45 minutes. The captain comes on and tells us we need to de-board the plane, San Fransisco has put a stop on all incoming air traffic. Apparently this is a common problem; SFO’s single runway and insatiable attraction for fog doesn’t make it the most reliable airport in the world. No big though, I have a 3.5 hour layover in SFO so as long as we’re in air in 2 hours I’ll be fine.
    Shit. Now I’m worried, we’re in the air, but 2.5 hours later than I had hoped. By itself that wouldn’t be a big deal, but apparently I’ll need to re-enter security on the international side. Not only that, but my gate is on the exact opposite side of the airport. Looking at the map, I honestly don’t think there are any two points further away from each other in SFO. At least they announced that anyone connecting to Tokyo, apparently there’s ten of us, will be given a ‘special escort’. Maybe we’ll get to ride in one of those super ballin’ golf carts, maybe even if I’m lucky they’ll let me drive because that’s totally plausible and something they would allow.
    Turns out my expectations were way too high, our ‘special escort’ was merely an unintelligible Chinese woman vaguely gesturing in the direction of our gate. Thank god she was there or I might have gone the wrong way, right into a wall; there is only one fucking way to go, thanks for the help Delta.
     Now I’m into a full on sprint, accompanied by my 9, equally scared comrades. I get to security and realize that when I left LAX I was only given one boarding pass. Now I know I’m fucked. No way do I have enough time to go back to Delta’s front desk and print another one. I look around frantically and see our ‘escort’ again. How the hell did she get in front of us? God damnit I knew she was holding out on the golf cart, she probably just wanted it for herself, I knew she was shifty. Luckily she decided to be of some use and beckoned some guy to print off a boarding pass for me. Crisis averted.
     Now I’m out of security and running to my gate. I get on the plane in what I think is in the nic of time; then we sit at the gate for another 45 minutes. FML.

2 thoughts on “A Nice Little Jog

  1. Amy

    Thanks for the LOLs. Jon and I were doing the calculations on your actual flight times, and he was sure you were going to miss your connection to Bangkok. Have you found a good bike yet?

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