Just one of those days...

Did you ever have one of those days where you felt like the whole world was working against you? I had one of those days on Thursday. I couldn't sleep so I woke up early and packed some of my final items into my suitcase. I went to work and it was a pretty normal day. Right after work the plan was to drive to Joel's work place that was halfway between where I worked and the airport in New Orleans. So I hopped in my car...turned the key...nothing...turned it again...still nothing. Of all the days..this was the worst day for my car to break down. I called Joel to tell him the bad news...he immediately hopped in his car and drove 35 miles in the opposite direction (from the airport) to get me. Apparently he got stuck behind really slow vehicles and arrived to my work a little later than desired. As we were driving the gas light went on and I had to pee so bad I couldn't wait to get to the gas station so we we stopped as quickly as we could. I still thought we had enough time. We had an hour and a half drive to the airport and it seemed to be going smoothly...until...we were getting closer into New Orleans...all I saw were brake lights...and I was getting super worried. Once the traffic cleared up Joel was weaving in and out of traffic which was causing me to have a panic attack. I was holding on to the the door handle for dear life and I could hardly breathe. Finally we got to the airport with thirty minutes to spare...parked...and ran like the wind through the airport to the ticket counter. I went to put my card in the kiosk and they were all closed. At this point we had twenty minutes...and the agents wouldn't let us board the plane. I called Delta to see what we could do and got that stupid automated lady who never hears anything correctly and asks you to repeat yourself...finally I got a hold of someone. I was so distraught and didn't have a confirmation number and asked the guy if I could give him my last name...he got snotty with me and put me through to the beginning of the automated menu again. I was so frustrated at that point and started crying. The only way we could get on the next flight was if we each paid $400! What a rip off! We started walking to all the different airlines asking for price quotes...they were all for over $700 each. We decided to leave and drive two hours home and then look online. The uncertainty of whether I could find a cheaper ticket was killing me the whole ride home. I finally found a ticket for $320 and was able to keep my car rental that I originally had (after calling back and forth between Hertz and Orbitz for an hour). So I am only $200-$300 in the hole.

By the time I got all that taken care of it was almost one in the morning and we had to wake up at 2:45am to drive back to New Orleans to catch a flight. I traveled most of the morning and early afternoon and then had bridesmaid stuff to do the rest of the day. Joel couldn't come with me to the wedding. I was sad. What stinks is that there are situations that genuinely happen and the airlines could care less and talk to you like it's your fault if your not there an hour before your flight. Sometimes...there is just nothing you can do...and that's the feeling I hate the most...not being able to control the outcome. As always God is faithful and I was able to witness my dear friend get married to the man of her dreams.