Ramblings of a Northerner

Flying home

March 7th, 2007

Ok, so Pete must be with me today…  (for those of you don’t know, Peter Near has TERRIBLE travel karma).  I go to the airport in a taxi, it’s early morning, the dude only takes cash.  I don’t have any cash.  I run inside to find an ATM.  No ATMs.  I try to find a currency exchange.  I find one, it’s closed.  Says go to the other terminal.  I run to the other terminal.  I find a currency exchange.  They can’t use my debit or credit cards.  Plane is leaving soon (I always tend to push my luck and sometimes it causes problems).  They tell me to go back to other terminal and a different floor and talk to that currency exchange.  I get money.  I head back to car (it’s been like 45 minutes).  Guy is still there and has been calling the office trying to get a hold of someone who can get a hold of me.  I pay him and get my luggage.  He leaves.  I go to try to check in.  Machine isn’t working properly.  Issues me only half of my boarding passes (going through Heathrow).  I try to find someone manning the machines to help me out.  No one around.  Really close to flight time.  Find someone.  They can’t make the machine work for my itinerary any more either.  Say, I’ll just have to talk to the connection people at Heathrow.  I get to Heathrow, manage to get checked through without issue.  Go get a sandwich and no yellow mustard.  Only English mustard.  Dammit!  (ok, so that’s not so much of a big deal).

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