My husband would tell you that I’m late for everything. That is, of course, a lie. I just try to squeeze as much as I possibly can into every minute. And sometimes that puts me a little on the back side of on time.
So you can understand how proud I was to arrive at Denver International Airport more than two hours before my plane was scheduled to leave. I went through security, found a plug that worked and started catching up on all the blogs I hadn’t visited while I was at the conference. Did I mention DIA has free wireless internet? LOVE that!
The flight was scheduled to leave at 9:05. At 8:35 it occurred to me that my part of the concourse was really quiet. No passengers were waiting. No ticketing agent was at the desk. I pulled out my boarding pass and realized that I was supposed to be at B79, not B29.
If any of you are familiar with DIA, you know how long the B concourse is. Am I exaggerating when I say it’s at least a mile from one end to the other?
I flew down that concourse in record time, arrived at the gate and found a line. I did NOT want to stand in line to talk to a desk agent. What if they’d already loaded the plane? Out of breath with my heart in my throat, I looked up at the digital display of outgoing flights. Santa Barbara was not listed. Now I was really worried.
At 8:55 I finally get to the front of the line. The Santa Barbara flight has been moved. Down an elevator and another quarter mile to gate B85.
I won’t repeat the expletives that came out of my mouth at that point. Of course, when I arrived at B85, there was another line. And when I looked at the display, again, Santa Barbara was not on the list.
This time I took cuts. I’m sorry. I didn’t arrive at the airport two hours early only to miss my flight!
Of course, as it turns out, I was still early. The flight had been delayed until 10:15. And then it was delayed again. Let’s just say that by the time I crawled into bed, it was 1:30 a.m. here, 2:30 a.m. in Colorado.
If this is what happens when you’re early, I’m going back to being late.