The Rigid Search for Relaxation
It all began the morning of April 13th at 5:30 in the morning - I got up with Dave to send him off to the airport because he had an early flight to Las Vegas. The reason he left before me was because he was able to get his flight for free; apparently he flies a lot and has tonnes of aeroplan miles.
Anyways, I got up with him, said good bye and then I went back to bed. I woke up at about 8am and got ready for work.
I decided I should work for 1/2 a day just so I don't use all of my vacation days. I left work at about 1pm and headed back to the apartment where I was meeting the dadster. He was kind enough to pick me and twoberdoo up and take me to the airport and two to Barrie. This is where the trouble begins.
It turns out that Twoberdoo gets motion sickness really bad because she started having diarrhea and peeing like crazy. It smelled really bad! This was approxiamately 15 min from the airport. Fine, she was pooping everywhere and I'm feeling pretty uneasy about the whole situaion, but whateves, I'm going on vacation. There was no traffic so we arrived at the airport quite early, I would say about 3pm and my flight wasn't until 6pm. I wanted to see if there were earlier flights...turns out there wasn't, but it really doesn't hurt to ask. Anyways, we pull into the parking garage at the airport and at this point I had let Twoberdoo out because she wasn't doing so good, then all of a sudden I see that she's having diarrhea all over my jacket. This did not smell good, and the way my jacket was positioned on the floor she managed to get shit all over. Just to remind you, here is a picture of Twoberdoo:
Alright, so I get to the airport, sign in, and say good bye to my dad and I'm on my way. I was really excited to be on vacation and I really love travelling so I was feeling pretty good, but still slightly anxious. After I went through customs I went to my gate. As I was walking to my gate I noticed at a few gates that there were 3 earlier flights going to Montreal. (This will be critical later in the story.) I forgot to mention that in order to get the cheapest flight to Las Vegas I had to transfer in Montreal. I know it seems out of the way, which it is, but it was cheaper to do this. In hindsight, this was still a good idea, the only downside was timing.
I'm hanging out in the airport just chillaxin' and doing stuff when I see that the time is getting closer to get ready to board. I must say everything was pretty smooth. We boarded, took off, we're good to go. We're flying and I'm doing alright until I see the guy next to me whose watch reads 7:20pm. This is where Caryl starts to panic. The kicker here is that my connection flight is at 8pm! Also, I have to go through US customs in Montreal. You can see the problem here...if you can't let me spell it out for you, this leaves me 1/2 hour to get my bags, go through security and get to the next gate. THIS IS NOT A LOT OF TIME! I would like to stop here and take a moment to thank those at Air Canada who booked me on the 6pm flight to Montreal when there were earlier flights like 4pm, 4:45pm, and 5:15pm. Again, thank you! Alright, so the plane lands at like 7:30 ish and I just start running and because I have to connect there is a certain place you have to go to get your bags and go through security. I was actually one of those people you've only seen in movies running through the airport trying to catch a flight. So I'm running and finally I get to the baggage claim and nothing is coming. I'm waiting about 10 min and the Air Canada lady was like you're going to have to go catch your fight and get your bags tomorrow. She says "we'll send you your bags on another flight and you can pick them up in Las Vegas." Alright, so fine, I LEAVE my bags, which felt wrong. I go through customs which took like 3 seconds and then I started running. Note, my plane unloaded us off at Gate 3 - I had to go to Gate 81 - that's far! So I started running, and running and running. I was pretty sure I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, when I finally arrive at the gate at 7:49, enough time to actually board. I give her my ticket and she's like "Oh, I'm sorry we can't let you on this flight." You can imagine my frustration, confusion AND anger.
I'm standing there and stand by people are taking my seat, I'm like what the f? Seriously, what's happening? It turns out that US regulations require you to travel with your bag and because my plane landed 4 minutes late the system automatically rejected me from the connecting flight because I wasn't going to make it. Fine, whatever, at this point I'm just like, "alright, get me on the next flight to Las Vegas!" The Air Canada agents told me I had to go back through Canadian customs and to the ticketing agency to get this resolved. What's important to note here is that the last flight to Vegas was at 8pm - THE FLIGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ON!
I go through a maze of people trying to get to Air Canada and trying to not cry and be full of anger because all I wanted to do was see my brother and be in Las Vegas and not a damn shitty airport in Montreal. I'm at the ticketing agent and she's concerned about the whole situation and wonders why they booked me on the 6pm flight from Toronto to Las Vegas. She has to call her manager and decide on if Air Canada should pay for a hotel for me to stay the night because apparently the earliest flight to Las Vegas was 9:30am. Air Canada put me up in the Hilton for the night in the farthest room away from civilization and in the west wing. Apparently the rejects get to sleep in this part of the hotel. Needless to say I was not happy, but I was extremely exhausted and ready for bed.
Next morning I go to the airport, I found my luggage sitting alone and I then continued to go through customs and to my gate. I felt as though this day was only going to get better. Finally,I was on my way to Las Vegas.
This is me in Montreal waiting to get the heck out of there...
The VERY righid search for relaxation will continue....
Anyways, I got up with him, said good bye and then I went back to bed. I woke up at about 8am and got ready for work.
I decided I should work for 1/2 a day just so I don't use all of my vacation days. I left work at about 1pm and headed back to the apartment where I was meeting the dadster. He was kind enough to pick me and twoberdoo up and take me to the airport and two to Barrie. This is where the trouble begins.
It turns out that Twoberdoo gets motion sickness really bad because she started having diarrhea and peeing like crazy. It smelled really bad! This was approxiamately 15 min from the airport. Fine, she was pooping everywhere and I'm feeling pretty uneasy about the whole situaion, but whateves, I'm going on vacation. There was no traffic so we arrived at the airport quite early, I would say about 3pm and my flight wasn't until 6pm. I wanted to see if there were earlier flights...turns out there wasn't, but it really doesn't hurt to ask. Anyways, we pull into the parking garage at the airport and at this point I had let Twoberdoo out because she wasn't doing so good, then all of a sudden I see that she's having diarrhea all over my jacket. This did not smell good, and the way my jacket was positioned on the floor she managed to get shit all over. Just to remind you, here is a picture of Twoberdoo:
Alright, so I get to the airport, sign in, and say good bye to my dad and I'm on my way. I was really excited to be on vacation and I really love travelling so I was feeling pretty good, but still slightly anxious. After I went through customs I went to my gate. As I was walking to my gate I noticed at a few gates that there were 3 earlier flights going to Montreal. (This will be critical later in the story.) I forgot to mention that in order to get the cheapest flight to Las Vegas I had to transfer in Montreal. I know it seems out of the way, which it is, but it was cheaper to do this. In hindsight, this was still a good idea, the only downside was timing.
I'm hanging out in the airport just chillaxin' and doing stuff when I see that the time is getting closer to get ready to board. I must say everything was pretty smooth. We boarded, took off, we're good to go. We're flying and I'm doing alright until I see the guy next to me whose watch reads 7:20pm. This is where Caryl starts to panic. The kicker here is that my connection flight is at 8pm! Also, I have to go through US customs in Montreal. You can see the problem here...if you can't let me spell it out for you, this leaves me 1/2 hour to get my bags, go through security and get to the next gate. THIS IS NOT A LOT OF TIME! I would like to stop here and take a moment to thank those at Air Canada who booked me on the 6pm flight to Montreal when there were earlier flights like 4pm, 4:45pm, and 5:15pm. Again, thank you! Alright, so the plane lands at like 7:30 ish and I just start running and because I have to connect there is a certain place you have to go to get your bags and go through security. I was actually one of those people you've only seen in movies running through the airport trying to catch a flight. So I'm running and finally I get to the baggage claim and nothing is coming. I'm waiting about 10 min and the Air Canada lady was like you're going to have to go catch your fight and get your bags tomorrow. She says "we'll send you your bags on another flight and you can pick them up in Las Vegas." Alright, so fine, I LEAVE my bags, which felt wrong. I go through customs which took like 3 seconds and then I started running. Note, my plane unloaded us off at Gate 3 - I had to go to Gate 81 - that's far! So I started running, and running and running. I was pretty sure I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, when I finally arrive at the gate at 7:49, enough time to actually board. I give her my ticket and she's like "Oh, I'm sorry we can't let you on this flight." You can imagine my frustration, confusion AND anger.
I'm standing there and stand by people are taking my seat, I'm like what the f? Seriously, what's happening? It turns out that US regulations require you to travel with your bag and because my plane landed 4 minutes late the system automatically rejected me from the connecting flight because I wasn't going to make it. Fine, whatever, at this point I'm just like, "alright, get me on the next flight to Las Vegas!" The Air Canada agents told me I had to go back through Canadian customs and to the ticketing agency to get this resolved. What's important to note here is that the last flight to Vegas was at 8pm - THE FLIGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ON!
I go through a maze of people trying to get to Air Canada and trying to not cry and be full of anger because all I wanted to do was see my brother and be in Las Vegas and not a damn shitty airport in Montreal. I'm at the ticketing agent and she's concerned about the whole situation and wonders why they booked me on the 6pm flight from Toronto to Las Vegas. She has to call her manager and decide on if Air Canada should pay for a hotel for me to stay the night because apparently the earliest flight to Las Vegas was 9:30am. Air Canada put me up in the Hilton for the night in the farthest room away from civilization and in the west wing. Apparently the rejects get to sleep in this part of the hotel. Needless to say I was not happy, but I was extremely exhausted and ready for bed.
Next morning I go to the airport, I found my luggage sitting alone and I then continued to go through customs and to my gate. I felt as though this day was only going to get better. Finally,I was on my way to Las Vegas.
This is me in Montreal waiting to get the heck out of there...
The VERY righid search for relaxation will continue....
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