It’s almost Christmas and I still haven’t finished writing about my return journey from Michigan.
Okay, so where were we?
Oh, yes… I went to the men’s bathroom by mistake, twice. We had our pictures taken with Swami Ramakrishnananda.
We complained about a woman none of us knew, who had inserted herself in our pictures, and when we asked her to take a picture of us, it was a disaster! First she couldn’t find the button and then she couldn’t push it!
Just push the darn button and go, I wanted to say (see how nice I am?)
Anyway, my dear friend Anthony has since cropped her gently out of the picture. You can stare at the photograph as long as you like but you’ll never be able to tell she was ever there.
Anyway, the time came to board. But none of us were keen on standing in line at the gate.
“I just don’t see the point of waiting in line there, when we can wait sitting down here. We’ll go when there is no one left in the line,” I said.
Soon the line had dwindled down to a handful of people and my friends and I picked up our belongings and walked to the gate. Swami had gone ahead and boarded, Shaina was next, Anthony was concerned whether they’d let him take his case on the plane or whether they’d make him give it to them.
“I don’t see why,” I said to him as he gave his boarding pass to the attendant and went through.
“We’ll see,” I heard him say as he disappeared while the steward checked my boarding pass.
“What flight are you on?” The Delta steward asked me.
“This one,” I said, puzzled by the question. But my pass was not going through, the man tried a few times, but the scanner rejected it every time.
“Strange,” I thought.
“Let’s have a look,” he said. “This is not your flight,” he said, after studying my boarding pass. “You are flying to La Guardia and this flight is to Kennedy.”
“Your flight leaves from gate A76”
Shit, I thought. This is gate A8, I am at the opposite end of the airport. What about the others? I can’t even tell them, I have to go.
I span around and dashed for the other end of the airport. I flew like the wind as far as the inter-gate shuttle then I jumped on and jumped out. Ran the rest of the way and… made it… in time to see my plane taxi away from the gate.
“That’s my plane,” I said to the two Delta women at the gate. “Can’t you stop it?” I panted?
While I was standing there trying to catch my breath my cell phone rung, it was Anthony.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Oh Anthony, I missed my flight.”
“What do you mean you missed your flight? You were right behind me and then you disappeared.”
And I explained to him how that was never my flight in the first place.
When I discovered that they were also flying to NY at 3:25 with Delta like me, I took it for granted, like any sane person would, that we were on the same flight.
But no! Theirs was to Kennedy and mine to La Guardia.
Later when I made it to New York on the 5:25, Anthony and I laughed hard going over what had happened.
I could hardly breathe from the laughter when he told me how, when I didn’t appear, they were all dumfounded.
“Where is she?”
“She was right behind me.”
“Something must have happened to her.”
“What could have happened to her?”
“What shall we do?”
It took them a while to think of it, but in the end they did the only logical thing to do; they called me and the mystery was solved.
And there you have.
I am home. And I hope you enjoyed it.