Beer for Breakfast and Assorted Tales of Woe (Redux)

Current Location: Off the eastern tip of Canada, over the Labrador Sea, en route to Chicago’s O’Hare Airport.

Well, the day has barely begun and already it’s been highly stressful and pretty eventful. Where to begin? At the start I suppose, in Glasgow Airport… Checking in for my flight to Chicago and as I get up to the security checkpoint prior the check-in, I’m asked a ton of questions, a TON and one thing led to another and soon I was told I wasn’t getting on the plane…

What???

Yeah, cause the first time I went to Atlanta it was on the one week ticket I bought back in November of last year, so at the start of April I bought a return ticket from CheapAir.Com to take me back to Scotlad and back to Atlanta… I think you can see where this is going already huh? Well, as I was returning on the return part of the ticket, I had no return to return to Scotland (not that I particularly want to) so without a return I wasn’t getting on the plane…

Great!!!

What should I do? I’ve not got enough money to buy a ticket, so I call up Erika, waking her up in the process (not that she really sleeps, but that’s a moot point), and laying down my tale of woe, you know the secenario:

Erika: “What?”
Me: “TheywontletmeontheplanebecauseIhavenoreturnticket… Ineedareturnticket,youguysgottahelpme… Please!”
Erika: “What????

Or words to that effect, So anyways, Erika is on the job like a fly to shit and hallelujah… She’s got me on a flight from New York’s JFK to London Heathrow on the 21st of July and back again a week later… $624 to save my ass… So within 30 minutes of me bricking myself publicly, I’m getting “yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir” off the American Airlines staff, I’m pretty sure they know the scam I’m running, but as long as I had that return ticket, my ass was covered.

So in between the time of phoning Erika and getting on the plane I drank about 3 pints of beer, just to calm my nerves, beer for breakfast… Reminds me of my student days.

But now I have to pay Erika back somehow, I’ll be living off bread & water for the next millennia most likely, but I got her an extra bottle of Bailey’s at duty free as a small token of my appreciation and eternal gratitude, I’m gonna try and get her sainted one day, but in the meantime I’ll just build a shrine in her honour.

The saddest part was Robyn, she’s meeting me in Chicago in about 4 hours time, and all that was going through my head was “damn, I’m not going to be there, she’s wasted all that money flying there for nothing”. I miss her and the thought of not seeing her again made my stomach ache. I think we’ve been apart for too long already, an indefinate seperation would not be good for both of us.

But all that aside, I’m on my way now, almost there actually…