January 23, 2010
Mornin’ to you,
It’s a grey day out there but inside here things are good, warm, buzzing. We have a bustling day, which is just fine with me.
I flew out to California this past week. I’m on the board of Women Chefs and Restaurateurs and we have quarterly meetings all over the place. (They’re all coming here in July – YIKES!!) One of our gang is the chef for ALL the restaurants at the Google headquarters so we met there.
What a trip! It would take pages and pages for me to relate all the little Google stories that caught our attention (bidets and showers in the staff restrooms!; A 24-hour stock of snacks, including EVERY kind of cereal you’d like; some of the best sushi I’ve ever eaten; a permanent chair-massage ROOM…!) We did a lot of work and got a lot done AND enjoyed great food at WCR member restaurants too. Be sure to try Orson if you’re in San Francisco. SPQR is fabulous too.
On the morning of my flying home day I woke up early and decided to just get up and go to the airport. I got there quite early, but was happy enough to browse around in the stores there. Turns out my flight was “delayed” because of the torrential rains they were experiencing, BUT, get this, they put me on an EARLIER flight. I had enough time to get coffee and a banana muffin and settled into the waiting area.
“WOW!” I chortled to myself, “This sort of thing NEVER happens these days!” I'm usually delayed, never early.
My flight was going through Dallas and I sat down in the waiting area at Gate 60a, after glancing up and seeing the sign for Los Angeles and Dallas. I drifted off, reading a paper that another traveler had left and sipping away. There was no plane at the gate but there were a lot of people waiting. I figured the plane was late due to the weather. At a certain point, wanting to stretch a bit, I asked when I should be back and the gate agent said, “9:15.” This was for a 9:25 flight, which made me think, well, that things were delayed. No big deal.
I saw the plane come in, saw travelers getting off, and then drifted back into my paper. People in the waiting area were starting to move around, to collect their things, and in the background of my awareness I heard the early boarding announcement, for the Los Angeles flight.
Wait a minute.
A jolt went through me.
“Los ANGELES?”
I whipped out my boarding pass.
My flight was supposed to leave from…
Gate…
65!!!!!!!!
OHMYGOD!!!!!!
It was 9:16. My flight was supposed to leave in 9 minutes.
I grabbed my things and FLEW down the terminal to Gate 65.
The FINAL passenger was loading and the agents were ABOUT to close the door.
I almost threw my boarding pass at the agent. She glared, sighed, let me go.
I was in the LAST row of the plane but, sweating, I tried to unobtrusively get to my seat, stow my bag and not cause too much of a fuss. There was no one else in my row and, after my pulse had slowed to a reasonable pace, I opened up my book, finished my coffee and muffin, and watched as the storms and clouds dropped away beneath the plane.
Fun, huh?
Once again, I’m glad to be home.