Woke up at 9am to get ready for my cab. It was arriving at 11:15. At 11:25 I was starting to worry but Shoshana reminded me that it was time to change the clocks. Shit. I could have slept another hour…. dang.
So we sat around and chit-chatted till my cab arrived. I got to the airport 2 ½ hours early. Checked into Air Canada’s new asinine person-less computer check-in station. WTF? I want to talk to a real person. GIVE ME A REAL PERSON.
So I go the way I think I’m supposed to go and then realize I have no idea where to go…cause I talked to a computer and not a REAL PERSON. I finally tracked down a REAL PERSON and she informed me that my flight had been cancelled. WHAT?? Not again.
So she didn’t know what to tell me… but told me to go through customs and sit at my gate anyway, and someone there would tell me what was happening. Breezed through customs (wow that was easy) and the Air Canada attendant was fighting with her husband on the phone about custody stuff. “Hi. Can I ask you about my cancelled flight?”
Her finger went up in the air and she waved me away. Nice…. REAL PEOPLE suck.
So she finally helped me. Told me my flight was cancelled and that I would now be on the 4pm. I looked at the clock.. 12 noon. “Super. Would Air Canada like to buy me lunch?” She told me it wasn’t Air Canada’s policy to give out vouchers for anything less then a 5 hour wait but she gave me one anyway…after the lecture.
So here I sit waiting. Waiting. Waiting for my flight.
Dooo dee deee. Bored. Bored. Bored.
4:15. Holy crap. Finally in the air. These long days of sitting in airports are freakin killing me. I bought Steve Martins Novella Shop Girl and I love it. … but is it ever hard to read in the airport while everyone else murmers. Sigh. I gave up and read a trashy magazine instead.
6:15. Holy crap. Flying over NYC at sunset is so pretty…I couldn’t get any good photos but
I could see all of Manhattan and we passed right over Shea Stadium. What a pretty start to my trip.
Caught a cab. My cab driver didn’t know he could use his break to slow down. It seemed the only speed he knew was fast and faster. *laugh* It was terrifying. I met Gerry at the Ho-Jo and I was soooo happy to see him.
We hopped a cab to Red Bamboo and mmm mmm mmm I ate too much.