Everything seemed to go fine that Friday morning when I was getting ready to go to San Fran. I got off of work on time, I was going to get a ride to the airport from my godparents, finally finished packing which took forever. All I needed to do was call my godmother to pick me up and take me to the airport where I would meet Tim and start having fun in San Fran, but noooo my luck is never that good. I call my godmother at the time she told me to call her, and she said that it wouldn't be enough time, and I would miss my flight if I waited for her, so my best bet was to call a cab. A little angry at the fact that I would have to pay, when I was suppose to get a ride from her, I called the cab in a rush because they are usually good at picking me up in 15 mins. Unfortunately the cab gods were not on my side. They said that one should be there 15-30mins, and to call if they are not there yet. Well I waited, and wait, and etc, still no cab, so I called and they said that they are trying to get me one. Hours pass, and I kept calling, and still no cab. I was getting mad; my godparents said it was getting late for them to take me to the airport now, and there was no one to take me to the airport. I was so angry I wanted to cry, but since I am the type to repress those kind of emotions I held it in. Tim was trying hard to calm me down, but I just wanted to scream and get out of there anyway I could. My flight did end up being delayed, but after 3hrs of no cab, and still at my dorm I still missed my flight. Fortunately I got a hold of uncles girlfriend, and took me to the airport. I get to the airport on a standby flight, and finally make it to San Fran. I was so angry that day, that I forgot about being nervous to meet Tim for the first time, and my nerves about going to the gathering. Tim was helpful on making me look on the brighter side, and I thank him for that.
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