THAT TIME I "HOME ALONE-D" IT THROUGH THE AIRPORT AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE (AKA TODAY)

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    Left for the Oakland airport at 5:30 am. Flight was at 9:01 am. It should take an hour and a half to get there max, I left extra time for some traffic, and knowing it's a smaller airport i knew security wouldn't be too terrible if I got there with less than 2 hours before my flight.
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    Welp. Traffic. Was. BAD.
    Thanks, Monday after thanksgiving πŸ˜‘
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    While in traffic I downloaded Waze again to see if there was a faster way. There was but only by a few minutes. My window of extra time kept dwindling.
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    Luckily I had already decided to park on site instead of the satellite lot I usually do when I fly out of Oakland.
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    I FINALLY pull into the parking lot. Grab my bags and run. In my flip flops. In a drizzling rain.
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    Run to check in. The kiosk says to go see an agent. I run to the counter. She says my bag is too late and won't fly until tomorrow but if I run I may make the flight.
    She printed out my boarding pass at 8:34 am. It said on it that the gate door would close 15 minutes before my flight. 😢
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    I ran to security, there wasn't a bad line but I was absolutely THAT person, walking through and apologizing and asking if I could cut because my flight was almost done boarding.
    And they all said yes no problem until I got to the front, where the first two people were also late for their flights.
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    I go through security and have to get rechecked after I was too antsy moving when they scanned me.
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    AND THEN they pulled my bag aside to run an extra check on 😫
    I was about to scream.
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    FINALLY they decided I had no hazardous materials and let me get my stuff.
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    I sprinted to the gate and they literally closed it behind me as I walked down to the plane.
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    AND THEN
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    ...
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    The motherfucking plane had to sit on the runway for over 40 minutes because LAX would not let arriving flights leave due to traffic patterns or something stupid.
    Which means, not only could my bag technically have had enough time to be put onto the plane, but I didn't have to be sitting on the plane winded and having to pee. 😑
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    So I sat. Caught my breath. And waited.
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    And then hoped I would make my connecting flight out of LAX.
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    We FINALLY took off. Made decent time. And I made it to LAX.
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    Had enough time to go pee. Started waiting in the Burger King line for food but realized it wouldn't happen. Got out of line. Snuck over to the soda fountain and filled my nalgene with some ice water and went back to my gate which was already boarding.
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    Got to my seat, still flustered but happy to have made it. Got out some snacks and my book and waited for takeoff.
    Even though it had been a stressful time, I LOVE flying so much I was just so happy and content to stare out the window. And it was good.
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    Ate my snacks. Finished my book (started my annual thanksgiving weekend re-read of The Hunger Games trilogy)
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    The three hours flew by. With a half hour to go until landing, the tattooed guy next to me for up to use the bathroom and flashed me an adorable smile and I realized that he was cute tattooed guy! We smiled a few more times and then when we landed chatted it up a bit whilst we waited.
    The palm of his hands were tattooed. Which I took as a conversation starter. Asking the obvious, "so just how bad did that one hurt?" And he smiled and confirmed my suspicions that it was amongst his most painful. I asked what made him get it and he said "well, it was one place I didn't have one yet" πŸ˜‚
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    Eventually we got off the plane. Said our goodbyes. And went our separate ways.
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    My way was straight to the airline baggage office. Where I asked what was happening and when my bag would get here. She said 5pm. We have a 9 hour drive to Georgia tomorrow so I asked it there was anyway to get it on an earlier flight.
    The sweetheart called and emailed and said she would do her best to get through to them. There was a possibility it could get on a flight through Vegas and get to New Orleans at 2 instead of 5. But she would keep trying and call me when she knew.
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    Thanked her profusely and went to go find my shuttle. Walked outside and was reminded of humidity and how much I hate it.
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    Got on the shuttle. Sat and waited some more. Finally got headed out.
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    AND THEN
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    ...
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    My phone rang! And she had gotten through and my bag is now on the earlier flight tomorrow!
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    And now I'm on the shuttle almost to the hotel to meet up with my friends.
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    Dinner and Cafe Du Monde here I come!!!