I wanted to be arriving at the airport for my flight at 9:05 PM. Still, I figured it couldn’t be more than a 20 minute ride.
Then, I saw it was late. At one point it was up to 12 minutes late. But in the end it came down to about seven.
So. I’m nervous as all get-the-fuck-up, sitting on an uncomfortable bench, eyes glued to the time board, willing the train to hurry up and the plane to slow down. Several people sit next to me, a chick, some really cute black kids. The littlest is adorable and next to me. That helps with the nervousness. They get up and a lovely girl asks if I, too, am airport bound. I confess I am and then unload my tale upon her. She’s sympathetic and hopeful. We chat a bit about why we’re in Philadelphia (job stuff, both of us) and the train comes and we board.
Hang on, landing.
All right.
I find out, by way of direct asking, her job is the director’s assistant on a Disney Movie with Mark Wahlberg called Invincible.
Cool!
I tell her I’m studying film and she gives me contact information and the name of a guy who will probably hire me the instant I graduate.
Cool!
So, I get to the airport at 9:05PM. Scheduled departure time for my flight. The ticket lady looks at me like I’m from Mars and says I probably won’t make it but she’ll call the gate and see.
This is it, do I spend the night in this godforsaken shithole of a city or do I get on my flight and relax and drive home in comfort.
Luckily, there was that 12 minute delay. I hop on the plane and head for home. A free