This particular story of my impressive bad luck takes place back in August when I was leaving Madrid to head to California for my wonderful 3 week stay back home. I was staying the night at my friend Kirsty's place, my flight was at 10am so had to be at the airport by 7ish (in order to ensure I jumped through all of the security hoops on time.) I set my alarm for 6:15 and I had set an alarm for 6:40 to let me know "Hey Cathy it's time to get moving out the door." Well for some reason I didn't
notice that my 6:15 was accidentally set to only be for MONDAYS which didn't help my Friday morning flight. So I woke up to my alarm on my phone which had so conveniently decided to fall in the crack between the wall and the bed. I jumped up and tried to turn it off as soon as I could because I didn't want to wake other people up so early. I saw the time and ran for the bathroom to brush my teeth put on clean clothes and bounce. I said a quick goodbye (see you around) to Kirsty and headed to the airport.
When I went to check-in and leave my bag, I was informed that the flight was delayed so instead of leaving at 10 we'd be leaving at 12. (Gee thanks I would have had time to shower if I'd known that...) I got my tickets and went to sit with my headphones on and wait to board. As I was was thinking that my layover had been cut immensely cut down that I'd be running for my life in order to catch that plane. What I failed to realize until I was in the air half way across the Atlantic was they changed my second flight so I wouldn't have to bolt through customs (as if that's even possible). So now I was faced with the challenge of making contact with my parents to let them know that I was arriving at 8pm and not 6pm. I thought no worries even though a few of my tech friends have recommended against connecting to the internet at the airport
|No sorry fool I don't have 10 cents...|
because of security reasons, but desperate times call for desperate measures (little did I know what this really meant). So I arrived to JFK went through customs and back through security now on a mission to get in contact with my parents because my Spanish phone didn't work and I didn't have a US phone. So I tried to connect to Wi-Fi so I could send a message via whatsapp or facebook or email. anything. Then I was hit with if I wanted to get online I would have to pay $15 to get online for an hour?! I didn't need an hour I needed 1 minute to say "home at 8 not 6" so I spent a while trying to see if there was another network to get on a cheaper rate but nada. So I looked in my wallet and all I had was 65 US cents so at the payphone I looked and it said 50 cents local calls $1 long distance. I thought about calling a
distant family member to call my cousin to call my mom, but I wasn't even sure that the number i had was still valid and I didn't want to waste my chance so I turned around and hoped I'd racked up enough good karma to have people give me the 35 cents I needed. I figured I may have had a better chance getting the money than I did asking people to borrow their phones which they were either talking on or playing on since they were waiting around. Not surprising l was met with lots of dirty looks and "I ain't got no change" exchanges. A group of girls travelling together were able to give me a quarter, but that still left me 10 cents short and after a few more unsuccessful attempts I ran out of time and had to board the plane. I saw a sign that said Wi-Fi available on the plane (yay!) but when I sat down and tried to log on I was hit with the same red screen (no!) that wanted to bankrupt me from the few USD that I had so my last resort was to ask the nice lady sitting next to me if she'd let me borrow her phone. I called... no answer... called again and left a message with the situation hoping they'd listen to it before driving 2 hours to arrive 2 hours early :-/
At least this way I could rest easier on the 6 hour flight from NY to LA, with the luxury of a window seat I did just that and knocked out almost the whole way. I arrived got my bag and now in California I had enough money to make the local call. So I headed to the payphones and called my mom to be