No Fly Zone
- Samantha Hoback
- Oct 2, 2016
- 2 min read
I hate flying. I mean, I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really HATE flying.
Let me say it one more time for the folks in the back...
I HATE FLYING!!
Okay, I feel better now.
It's not so much the physical takeoff and landing (I've flown enough by now to get used to all that, thanks to Dramamine and a well-curated playlist). It's the fact that, whenever I fly, I have the worst luck. Seriously, I'm a bad omen. I am a walking No Fly Zone.
Take this weekend, for example.
After a harrowing cab ride to the airport (ahem, an hour and 15 minutes) I arrived at La Guardia only to find out that my flight had been delayed 2 hours. Which meant I would miss my connecting flight. I ended up rerouting to Charlotte (and that flight was delayed because the crew was late). At 10:45 on Friday evening, I arrived in Charlotte, boarded the hotel shuttle, and spent the night in the Marriott. Saturday morning I caught a ride back to the airport and flew out of Charlotte to Nashville (with a delay, of course). I was so relieved to get to Tennessee that I forgot to get food at the airport before picking up my rental car and heading toward Franklin.
Wait...why was I in Franklin, Tennessee?
My sweet friend Maria got married yesterday (to a Tennessee Vol, no less!) in a beautiful outdoor ceremony. I was reunited with my hall mates--Maria and Maggie--for an evening that we'll never forget, filled with country music, pumpkin cake, a photo-booth van, and much much more. The journey to get to the wedding wasn't easy--anything but. It was all worth it, though, in the end.
Luck was on my side (for the first time ever) as I traveled back to New York this afternoon. Only a slight delay in Charlotte while they fixed the lavatory on the plane. Otherwise I made it home in record time.
PS: Hail Mary! Josh Dobbs! Go Vols!!
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