I had an eventful day on Wednesday.
First my flight was delayed and my connecting flight was rendered useless. SW Airlines told me I would have to wait and get to DC at 11pm. You know, after all of the pre-rally events were over. I spent some time pleading my case to a completely disinterested customer service representative who told me I had a bad attitude. Because everyone should be thrilled when the event they have been planning for months goes completely awry. What was I thinking?
So after the crew of SMYS started a social media storm, SW Airlines was able to get me on a direct flight to Baltimore. Yay Southwest! Not ideal but workable. I BARELY made it to the airport, and the door to the plane was closed almost directly behind me when I boarded. SW Airlines sent me a happy tweet when I checked in!
Then mother nature had her way, and we had a hailstorm; necessitating a hail inspection prior to takeoff. I was sitting between two gentlemen who liked to sit with their legs spread apart, and I was all scrunched up in the seat. One of them pulled out an empty cool whip container now filled with some disgusting smelling vegan concoction. How Do I know he was vegan? Do you need to ask? He told me as soon as I sat down.
Unpleasant flight or not, I landed in Baltimore with enough time to get to the pre-rally event! YAY!
And then, j squared happened.
The Jen squad, (Jennifer Lombardi Story and Jennifer Layer) picked me up at the airport approximately 90 minutes after I landed. I suspect they were lost. The reason I suspect this is because Story was driving. If Layer was navigating there is no way they drove directly to the airport. Layer had been up for nearly three days, and then DROVE to DC. Don’t worry, people from the southeast. We are making sure she sleeps prior to the return trip. We are all about your safety. These two were so slap-happy they gifted me with something from the mini-bar in their room. I will not completely describe it since this blog is NOT for mature audiences only, but please be advised that ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ was included on the packaging. And, ‘batteries not replaceable’
It was at this point I discovered that we had to pick up Julie Sierra from Ronald Reagan Airport. OK…..not what I expected at the time, but OK! We would just be a few moments late. Except that SOMEONE in the car was navigating and tried to take us to Dulles. After about an hour and a half drive, I looked around and went “Jens, I haven’t been to DC in 25 years but this is NOT the way to Ronald Reagan airport! you are taking us to Dulles!”
At this point, we had a change in personnel. Someone named Layer was fired from her position as Navigator. Mistakes had been made, and we are nurses. The only thing left to do was assign blame!
Jay retrieved from the airport, we drove through a McRestaurant and hastened to the venue. Now good and late, but in time to meet a whole lot of people.
And they were lovely people.
And the Jen Squad saved me from Baltimore.
And I got to meet Jalil Johnson in person for the very first time.
And we had a great rally. But that is for another blog. 🙂
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