I like to blame other people

For some reason, I have this "it isn't going to happen to me" attitude about most things...even when it is happening to everyone else. For example... this whole "snow storm in NYC" thing. Flights were cancelled left and right, the airport was a zoo, delays...etc... so when my mom told me to start looking at other options on Monday night for my Tuesday pm flight, I rolled my eyes. I didn't even know if my flight was cancelled, why would I make new travel plans? Good news -- not cancelled. 

I reluctantly arrive at the airport at 3;45 for a 6pm flight. I guess that's what they have airport bars for. So the lines are actually horrendous, so I get through Security at about 5pm which still gives me at least 35-40 minutes for 2-3 beers. I was banking on the fact that my flight would be delayed and I would receive more time for drinking alone in a crowded bar with all the other carry-ons. Nope. My flight was right on time. Did you know you could get a beer to-go cup? You can. I didn't... which I regret now. 

So blah blah... we fly... we land. On time. I am really lucky as I could have had my flight cancelled and rescheduled for Jan 1st. 

So... what happens next? Besides the fact that at every turn, I am running in to people or people are talking to me, I successfully retrieve my bag from baggage claim and start making my way to the taxi line. The long taxi line. The LONGEST taxi line I have ever seen. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. So I get in line where I usually do. But really... what am I going to do? 

Funny you should ask. No sooner did I get in line, I hear "Morgan?" I turn around and am face to face with this kid I met when I flew home for thanksgiving. Seems sort of serendipitous or whatever... minus the part that he facebook messaged me at least 3 times and I didn't respond to one of them. Awk. Ward. Then I let facebook boy convince me that it will be faster to take the M60 Bus. So I walk over there and wait for 20 minutes or so before getting mad. If I take the  M60 Bus, it will take me to a subway in QUEENS. Then I have to either get on the subway and travel for an hour + or get in a cab. All of which will take the same time anyways. So I leave facebook boy and get back in taxi line. 

So... my aunt made me check my bag which took off at least 15 minutes of taxi waiting time. Facebook boy made me get out of my first taxi line, wait for the bus for 20 minutes and then get in the WORST taxi line. I waited for another hour and a half before I got a taxi. My feet were frozen and I am pretty sure I started some beef with a large black woman. 

Side note:

After my hour wait, this stupid family decided they didn't have to wait in line... so they were trying to weasel in in front of me. Um. HELL NO. So I proceeded to make really nasty looks at this kid and keep myself plastered to the person in front of me. He got the idea and tried to move in behind me. 3 people did the same as I did until some girl let him in. Come on New York! I had higher hopes for you. Part of me wanted to make a scene and start yelling, "Who do you think you are? We have all been waiting in this fucking line for god knows how long. Go to the end of the line! NO CUTTING! YOU CUTTER!" then perhaps I would start flailing my arms and pointing and yelling to the taxi line people. But... how could I prove it? Bitches. 

Anyways, she knew I was mad. She kept looking at me in a scary "i'm going to beat you up" way... so I pretended to not see her and averted eye contact at all costs. 

I guess this could have all been avoided if I would have listened to my friend Ryan who had landed 5 hours earlier, explaining that it took him 2 hours to leave the airport. I could have booked a car. 

I guess I have no one to blame but myself.... And facebook boy.