Monday, February 6, 2012

Haiku #134 - Cancelled Flight and Lost Luggage

JFK: Clarkie, Kurt, and I enjoy our breakfast of (delayed) champions.
Tonight, Alex and I enjoyed Smash - advertised in the background.
flight cancellation 
may lead to pre-noon drinking
at the airport bar

I realize the past couple posts may lead readers to believe I'm an alcoholic.  Be that as it may; I'm comfortable enough in my lightweight-ness to be taken for the opposite.  

The New York-based numbers of our company assembled at JFK just in time for our flight to Toronto... and at the last minute, we were told the flight had been canceled.  No explanation.  We were re-booked on a flight leaving four hours later from LaGuardia, but had to wait for confirmation that we'd all be able to get on the flight.  Obviously, the thing to do was to have a breakfast cocktail in the airport bar.  

Somewhere in the shuffle, one of my checked bags went missing.  Hopefully it will join me in Toronto soon.  Epic travel day!

1 comment:

  1. I love mid-tour flights! Once, we didn't bother checking where we're actually flying to, we just knew the carrier. I was one of the first of about 50 people that came-up to check-in desks, handed in my passport to the lady and waited for my boarding pass, when THE question was asked- where are you travelling to, sir? And I obviously had no idea, so turned around and asked someone behind me- where are we actually going? And then someone from a check-in desk next to mine, who wasn't listening to my part of the conversation, asked "Bear, where are we actually going?". We were helpless, the staff was mortified! Haha... to make things worse, we started gathering a "21st century slavery and "are you being forced to travel?" fliers! Best travel day ever!