Flights and olives

This is actually a not-so-funny travel story, minus the circumstances. So I was supposed to fly to Missoula, Montana today. I set my alarm for 5 am to catch the 9 am flight and went to bed soundly. Only to wake up at seven, because I must have vividly dreamt setting the alarm for 5…

I’m outta the house in fifteen minutes, no breakfast no nothing. I manage to catch the right bus, and then the right BART to Oakland, and then even the right airport shuttle. I manage to make it through security in no time and reach my gate. I’m told that the flight’s a bit delayed, which surprises me – they were just announcing they were waiting for some family to board. So I go get myself some ice tea & bananas, happy that I’ll get something to chew on. The boarding starts, the lady looks at my pass… and says: “Ow! Yours is the next gate!”

Curtain drops. Applause.

Because at that moment I realize that I’m in line for the JetBlue flight instead of Allegiant, and my gate is actually 9A and not 9. I rush there – and of course it’s already closed and empty. Moreover, there’s not a single Allegiant person in the building, and their low-cost flights from Oakland are only every other day, and everyone who works at the counters only comes to the airport for the period of check-in and boarding. Well, I call Allegiant and try to negotiate. But they can’t get you a standby via the phone, it has to be done at an airport counter…

Devastated and angry with myself and the airline, I embark on my ride of shame (travel slang) back to my friend, FRC director Sarah’s, because there’s nothing else to do. I get home, all misery. She hears my story, sighs and opens the fridge to get something – and sees the pack of olives I was supposed to take with me. And then she goes:
“See?! That’s because you forgot your olives!!”

Made my day. Flying to Montana on Sunday, and I better make sure I don’t forget my olives…

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