Omg, what a morning and it’s only 6:23 am! Woke up before my alarm, was ready before my ride arrived. Very impressed with myself!
Almost at the airport I realize I forgot my passport! OMG! Turn around to get it, drive part way home, crap, won’t have time. It’s 5:40, flight leaves at 6:30, airport is 20 mins away if speeding. Call Xtine, the adult who lives in the basement. No answer. Call Jared, he wakes up Xtine and while she is dressing he grabs my passport. I continue to airport to get in line.
I get to the airport, they’re pulling Calgary passengers out of the mob of people since we need to be through security right away. I get to the agent, can’t check in without a passport, she tells me that she has to cut off checking in, in 5 minutes. Omg! 5 minutes comes and goes. Then 8, then 10. I’m freaked out. It’s 6:10 when my passport arrives. The agent calls to the gate for permission to check me in, the flight is currently boarding. She gets permission, although since I’m a late check-in my bags are tagged late and they won’t page me or wait for me. Flight is leaving at 6:30, I still have to clear security, she tells me she hopes she won’t see me again in 15 minutes to try and find me a new flight although it’s fairly likely she will. I run through the airport hair and coat flying, dashing around slow moving throngs of people that planned better and don’t need to rush.
The nice people in line at the security door let me bump ahead of them as do the people unloading their bags onto the conveyor since they hear the last call for my flight as I’m running up to them. I unpack my laptop, my liquids, remove my coat, go through the scanner. I beep. Really? Really? I take off my jewellery. Go through again. I beep. Take off my shoes. I beep. Are you freaking kidding me? I offer to strip, the security lady doesn’t laugh. Another last call for my flight. CRAP! She does the pat down. SLOWLY. I’m vibrating with adrenalin. She tells ms to stop fidgeting. I want to scream ‘freaking finish the pat down already!!’ She sends me to another guy to have my hands swabbed, he admonishes me for being a tardy traveller. I smile politely and tell him it wont happen again!
Swab over, I grab my bag, hurl in my laptop and liquids, grab my coat and purse and run through the terminal (thank goodness Kelowna is a small airport!!!) and people hear me behind them saying, ‘excuse me, pardon me, my flight is leaving’, and they fabulously jump out of my way.
I get to the gate. The gal smiles kindly at me and says “it’s ok, you made it. Another person that checked in on time hasn’t gotten on the plane yet and we can’t leave without him since his bags have already been loaded. We would have closed the gate by now although are waiting for him so that we don’t have to unload his bags”.
7:22 I go through the gate and wing a silent prayer to my late fellow passenger who is the reason I made my flight and text Xtine a huge thank-you for racing to the airport to bring me my passport!