First: I suck at time zones. Plain out suck at them.
Second: I sometimes have trouble with plane flights, mostly keeping track of when they leave, if I’m in a different time zone (see above).
So,Tom and I were at Macworld last week. We were pounding the pavement talking to iPhone developers and development companies, about 360|iDev.
I landed at 11:10 on Wednesday night, we had a late meal, and planned for our day.
We spent the day hoofin’ it around, then I had to head back to SFO to fly home. My flight was at 9:15pm (Denver time)
Unfortunately, since I didn’t update the calendar on my macbook, since I wasn’t in town long enough, when I checked my calendar, it was still 9:15pm.
So with plenty of time to spare, Tom and I hit up Round Table Pizza in Millbrae, talking about the day, celebrating a job well done and day well spent.
Tom drops me off at SFO, i got to the Frontier counter, and no one is there, weird. Swipe my credit card, “can’t check you in, you’re flight as boarded”, lady comes out. The message on the screen doesn’t really register. She tries to check me in, can’t. Calls the gate on speaker and they open the list for me, and tell her to tell security to rush me through.
By this point I’m beginning to realize something’s amiss. I ask her when my flight is, “8:15” she replies.
“uh oh, I musta messed up my calendar. I’m sorry”
“you’re lucky, the flight was delayed, otherwise it’d be gone. But they made up some time so they’re about to be boarding.”
She get’s me in a seat and walks me to the security checkpoint.
Here’s where Kharma comes in to the picture. Late and slightly frazzled at the realization of my dumbness, I’m still a pretty goo flier, by the time she was sliding me into the next spot in line before the xray. I was shoes off, laptop out, coat off, ziplock bag out.
Old guy behind me, “so what’s the reason for cutting in line?”
Nice Frontier lady, “Sir, this gentlemen is running late, his flight is boarding, I’m trying to make sure he doesn’t miss his flight.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
Me, “Mine, I’m very sorry, I messed up my iternary and fell terrible. I’m very sorry, thank you though.”
I collect my things on the otherside of the x-Ray machine, easy peasy, having caused almost zero disruption in the line, which by the way was only like 4 people long, I probly coulda made it.
An incredibly nice TSA agent leans over, “Don’t worry about mr. Bad attitude. I hate that!”
I look back at Mr. Cranky, as the TSA agent says, “Bag check”
I almost told him not to do anything to Mr. Cranky, but was in such a hurry to get to my boarding flight, that I didn’t. Plus while I know I’d be silently cursing the person that had to cut my line, I also know “siht happens”, and there’s no point in punishing someone for it. I can only hope that when he’s in a similar position some one is kinder to him than he was to me.
I made my flight. I got to the gate (the first one out of security) with 5 minutes to spare before boarding began.