Forget Something?
A buddy of mine captured the feel before an early morning flight:
“Sleeping with one eye open ‘cause you can’t miss it.”
It’s true.
I always sleep lousy before a early flight, but I heard the alarm at 4:00 and had plenty of time to get ready.
Left the house in good shape around 4:50. Started my mental check of everything I needed to do my job.
It hit me instantly.
I left my suitcase in the stairwell!
“Are you f***ing kidding me!”
I was through the tollbooths and needed to turn around. Was so pissed at myself that I actually missed the first exit where I could turn around.
I had my wallet and my phone and my computer. Did I actually need the rest of the stuff in the bag?
Work boots and hard hat? All of my clothes?
Yeah.
I needed the bag.
I turned around.
Kept looking at the clock.
An hour to go.
I raced home and it also hit me that I had locked the door and didn’t have a house key.
One more thing:
My foot was killing me!
No idea why...didn’t hurt during golf...woke up that way.
Time check:
5:17.
“In and out by 5:19,” I told myself.
I broke into my home.
Grabbed the bag and raced to the car. Gunned it to the airport. Ran from the parking lot.
I was huffing and puffing as I showed my license to security.
“Relax,” he said. “You have 25 minutes. That’s plenty of time.”
Thankfully, I breezed through security and my gate was right there.
By 5:55 I was on the plane.
My own row.
Mask up and ear buds in.
Western Stars by Bruce.
We left the ground at 6:12.
I was asleep by 6:15.
Great start.
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