I am sitting in LaGarbage, waiting for a 7 am flight to Chicago. Unfortunately, due to both my car service driver and I having simultaneous blonde moments, neither of us paid attention to the fact that I was booked on a 6 am flight.
Ummmmmmmm.
I honestly don't remember the last time I have done something so spectacularly airheaded. Victor called to confirm the pickup last night and I stood in my kitchen with my itinerary IN MY HAND and said to him, with my own mouth, "Sure, a 5:30 pickup will be fiiiiiine."
I do remember a time when you could arrive at the airport 15 minutes before your flight and stroll onto the plane with seconds to spare before they closed the doors. Anyone else remember gate check-in? It's proof that I'm old.
Ahh, I miss the days of the OJ Dash through airports. (More proof that I'm old: that I remember a time when "OJ Dash" was a reference to a commercial and meant running through an airport and not "cruising the LA freeways with AC Cowling in my white Bronco on my way to skating on a double-murder.")
Hope this counts as my sole act of supreme dumbassery for 2010.
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