I was Thatgirl(7278) again

So on Monday, I flew back to San Antonio from Dallas... only I almost didn't.

I got to the airport Monday night... said goodbye to my honey and went inside. Security took a bit longer than normal and by the time I got to my terminal, I only had 40 minutes to goof around.

So I went to the Chili's and asked if I'd have time to eat before my flight... they said sure.

I sat down, ordered a salad and some "drown my sorrows in queso" queso and went to town. I guess I wasn't paying any attention because as I was sitting there contemplating my return to SA, I finally decided to look down and check on the time on my cell. It said 6:39pm. My flight was leaving at 6:45pm.

OH SHIT!!!!

My waiter, poor guy is taking someone else's order. I had to interrupt and say "I need my check! My flight is in 5 minutes!!" I apologized profusely to the ladies at the other table and waited for him to run my credit card.

He handed me the slip, I tipped him BIG and then I high-tailed it to my terminal.

As I was RUNNING (literally!), I skidded to a stop at the counter and threw out my ticket.

"There you are!", said the Flight Attendant.

"I am soooooo sorry! Am I too late?", I replied.

"No. Go ahead and jump on."

I was so greatful. I don't know what I would have done... I guess taken a later flight. I probably would have had to pay out the wah-zoo (sp?).

Anyway, when I got inside the plane, I sat down in the first seat I could find. I was afraid I'd get the "what?! is that the beyotch we were waiting on?!" look. Well, it was probably 2 seconds after I buckled in that we started taxi-ing down the runway.

Ooops. My bad.