The Game Dame™

So… yeeeah…

Last night I stayed up until about 1 AM packing for my flight to Canada this morning. I left the house for the airport at 4 AM. Overall, I was pretty proud of myself for getting all of my shit together and making it to the airport 2 hours before my flight was leaving. My PSP was charged. My phone was charged. My laptop was charged. I was charged.

I’d tried to check in to the flight online last night to be even more efficient, but the Air Canada site wasn’t cooperating. I even called customer service and gave them my info to see if they could help me out. I was told the reason it wasn’t working was because of technical difficulties and that I’d have to check in at the kiosk in the morning. But that wasn’t actually true.

I went to check in at the kiosk this morning. A strange woman with tiny teeth greeted me with a crooked smile and I handed her my passport as I watched my ride drive away. She punched in my info … and punched in my info … and looked confused.

“Would this be under any other last name?”

“No.”

Punch punch punch.

A guy that looked like a proud, French butler looked over her shoulder. He asked me for my itenerary. I handed it over. He raised one caterpillar eyebrow.

“You’re on TOMORROW’s 6:30 flight to Toronto. The 23rd. Today is the 22nd.”

“OMG. But… doesn’t it SAY the 22nd on my itenerary?”

He circled the date and handed it back.

“Nope. It says the 23rd right here.”

Awesome. I’m retarded. Not only that, the ride I’d just watched drive off into the distance had forgotten his cell phone. Which meant I was stuck at the airport until he got back home. I took a deep breath, put my bags down in a corner and sat against the wall next to some weird albino looking chicks with red faces. They kept giving me weird looks and whispering. Maybe they were talking about the idiot girl who made someone take her to the airport a day before her flight left. I guess I was a little over-prepared for this trip. We’ll just call it a practice run. I’ll try the real thing again in the morning.