And that's how Tommy Traveler became Tommy Pissed.
I used to try and write on my blog once a month. I don’t have any “followers,” but it used to be a nice creative outlet. But recently my life has been turned upside down, inside out, battered in captain crunch, and roasted over a fire (the last two actually sound pretty tasty). Excuses aside, I have a misfortune to write about.
I just returned to Providence from Salt Lake City. The visit was nice, but the trip turned sour on its last leg, the journey home.
I woke up at 8:00 AM (Mountain Standard Time) to visit my doctor. The appointment went seamless and quick, but it was the only thing that day that did.
The ride to the airport was a mess. A gradual snowstorm caused cars to face the peculiar wrong way on the interstate -and I thought Rhode Islanders were crazy for putting “no ‘U’ turn” signs on the onramps. Regardless, I made it with time to spare. The plane left SLC and landed smoothly in Denver.
The Departure Board in Denver read that my flight had been delayed an hour. Okay, I found some food and ate blissfully, knowing that my next flight from Chicago had a three-hour layover -and the Chicago Airport does not have a delicious burrito shop like Denver’s.
In an effort to shorten this story I will cut to the chase (feel free to replace the word “chase” with “shit-tastic-episode). 4:30 PM, on the plane in Denver. 5:30 PM, off the plane in Denver due to a window defrosting problem. 5:45 PM, on the same plane in Denver. 5:30 PM, on a new plane in Denver. 7:00 PM, off the second plane in Denver due to electrical problems (by this time the pilot has apologized at least twenty times).
Feeling endangered I made a rash decision and raced to the other side of the Denver Airport to catch a plane into Boston. This plane got into Boston just before 2:AM (Eastern Standard Time) and I had no way of getting to Providence, oh well –at least I was not stuck on any number of planes with maintenance problems.
Once in Boston I had four hours to kill before the bus routes were active again. This was actually the most relaxing time during my journey. I knew where I needed to be and when. There was no pressure on me or a the ticket master -that kept saying “oops. Well that’s Okay”. I had two good books, and surprisingly no desire to sleep.
I caught the bus and then the train. I wish there had been a taxi waiting for me outside the train station, but that would not have synced well with the rest of my adventure.
p.s. I’ve made this episode sound much better than it was. During the 26 hours trip I encountered dozens of minor events that would ruin an otherwise good day. But I’ve had a couple nights to sleep on it and I’m even laughing at most of it now.
p.p.s. Where do all the good looking girls in the airport go once I get on the plane?
I just returned to Providence from Salt Lake City. The visit was nice, but the trip turned sour on its last leg, the journey home.
I woke up at 8:00 AM (Mountain Standard Time) to visit my doctor. The appointment went seamless and quick, but it was the only thing that day that did.
The ride to the airport was a mess. A gradual snowstorm caused cars to face the peculiar wrong way on the interstate -and I thought Rhode Islanders were crazy for putting “no ‘U’ turn” signs on the onramps. Regardless, I made it with time to spare. The plane left SLC and landed smoothly in Denver.
The Departure Board in Denver read that my flight had been delayed an hour. Okay, I found some food and ate blissfully, knowing that my next flight from Chicago had a three-hour layover -and the Chicago Airport does not have a delicious burrito shop like Denver’s.
In an effort to shorten this story I will cut to the chase (feel free to replace the word “chase” with “shit-tastic-episode). 4:30 PM, on the plane in Denver. 5:30 PM, off the plane in Denver due to a window defrosting problem. 5:45 PM, on the same plane in Denver. 5:30 PM, on a new plane in Denver. 7:00 PM, off the second plane in Denver due to electrical problems (by this time the pilot has apologized at least twenty times).
Feeling endangered I made a rash decision and raced to the other side of the Denver Airport to catch a plane into Boston. This plane got into Boston just before 2:AM (Eastern Standard Time) and I had no way of getting to Providence, oh well –at least I was not stuck on any number of planes with maintenance problems.
Once in Boston I had four hours to kill before the bus routes were active again. This was actually the most relaxing time during my journey. I knew where I needed to be and when. There was no pressure on me or a the ticket master -that kept saying “oops. Well that’s Okay”. I had two good books, and surprisingly no desire to sleep.
I caught the bus and then the train. I wish there had been a taxi waiting for me outside the train station, but that would not have synced well with the rest of my adventure.
p.s. I’ve made this episode sound much better than it was. During the 26 hours trip I encountered dozens of minor events that would ruin an otherwise good day. But I’ve had a couple nights to sleep on it and I’m even laughing at most of it now.
p.p.s. Where do all the good looking girls in the airport go once I get on the plane?
Labels: Airports, Automobiles, Chicken Wings, Planes, Trains
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