5:30am: Hotel messes up the bill, so we have to stop and get them to take it all off my credit card and split it 50/50. You’d think that my phone call the night before stating my roommate and I would be checking out the next morning and to have our bill ready was a sign that two people were paying, but apparently not. The fix is quick though and we are on our way.
6:30am: Arrive at LAX, which seems ridiculous, but LAX is a stickler at security and the lines are much longer than Boston, so I’m always 2 hours early for any flight these days.
7:30am: Begin to hear announcement that the flight is overbooked. Requests begin for people to take a later flight in exchange for receiving a free flight. Not even slightly tempted to arrive in Boston at 8:30, as opposed to 5pm.
8:30am: Luckily, the people sharing my aisle are very nice and quiet. I doze a little bit, in the intermissions of the child behind me kicking my seat. After the third time, I turned my head a bit and asked them to stop and I think the mother reprimanded them (I had my headphones on, so who knows what she actually said), but they continued to kick at intervals throughout the flight. I tell you again, I always get the sickie or the child when I fly. The movie, Taxi, is only mildly amusing, but kills some time. We reach Logan on time. I then spend another hour waiting for my luggage to appear on the carousel, so I can scoot out and catch the shuttle to the T stop.
6:15 pm: I’m at the Logan T stop, when the turnstile eats the handles of my plastic bag and I have to clutch it for the rest of the trip home, instead of rolling it along with my luggage.
6:45pm: Waiting at Harvard Square for my bus, which is 30 minutes late, we have a kid badly playing guitar and asking for money. Normally this doesn’t bother me, but he was so rude to everyone standing there, that the wait was almost unbearable.
7:15pm: I’m off the bus and on my street. Slide a few times on the ice, but I make it through the door unscathed (my personal theory on tripping and ice is: if your knees don’t hit the ground, it doesn’t count as falling).
9pm: I’m unpacked, fed and in bed. Work tomorrow is going to come too early.