Him: Did you pay for this trip, or did they? This is despite the guy at the security check point who insisted on asking me every question he could think of, all the while making me more and more anxious about missing my flight. I pleaded my case to the sympathetic attendant at the check-in counter who escorted me through the security line. I rushed into the airport, not forgetting to give my cabbie the biggest tip that I could. In a mad dash to Allston and back, we made it to the airport by 7:20. In near hysterics, I urged the cabbie to step on it (no, I didn't actually say those words. When I went to pay him, I realized that my ID was still at the gym. I called my cab, got in, and he took me to the airport. Well, being the idiot that I am, I left it there when I went home.įlash forward to this morning. Since I had done everything online, it didn't show up in the system, so I was required to leave my ID at the front desk (you see where this is going). When I arrived at the gym, I was immediately taken on a tour and then sat down with one of the lovely gym employees to officially sign me up. 'Great!' I thought to myself, 'I can finally get back in shape and get a jump start at heading off the holiday season weight game.' I decided that I would head to the gym after work to take full advantage of the discount. The gym close to my house was having a fantastic deal, and I signed up for a 30-day trial for $15. Unfortunately, the universe has a way of slapping me in the face whenever I try to get anywhere early.

I was actually on time this morning (surprisingly). He doesn't look like the person who would appreciate being called 'dad' by a complete stranger.īut let me back up. Instead it's a man with a Trebek mustache and bleach-stained pants.

The man sitting next to me is wearing the same cologne as my dad, and I keep looking over, hoping to find my dad. Here I am, sitting at the airport, having missed my first flight to Newark.

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