So today I flew home to the great state of Kansas, _______ (insert Wizard of Oz Statement here). Just as I was supposed to leave "The Rouge" the mother of all rainstorms decided to sweep in and just DUMP water on the city. I knew I had to arrive in Memphis (my layover) by 7:00pm (cst) to have a shot at making my connecting flight. This meant that I must be in the air from Baton Rouge no later than 6.The severe weather delayed the incoming plane by a couple of hours and as the minute hand ticked closer and closer to 6, I started to sweat a little bit. Finally, in the downpour to end all downpours, we boarded the plane and took off, right at 6pm...I have a chance.
Get to Memphis right on time and as we taxi to the gate (B36 above) we have to wait for equipment to be moved out of the way of plane. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Finally the Tug is moved, we taxi up.
I push my way through people with some groans but I really don't care, and let the sprinting begin. I had to get from B36 (see above) to B20 in about 5 minutes. Thank goodness I can run, as I made it in 3 minutes...but you must visualize me running. Moving sidewalks...check. Luggage bouncing around as I pull it along...check. Panting and sprinting to the ticket counter...check.
Luckily I made it, just as they closed the door. Got some unpleasant looks from those on the plane, but I really didn't, I had made it! Kansas here I come!
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