Of COURSE they provided me with everything I'd need until my new flight. I checked in to the hotel and they asked if I wanted a wake up call. I thought to myself, "Wake up call? That's what the alarm feature of my phone is for," and politely turned down the offer. 11:30 dinner, nice hotel room. I slept in a bed. It was fantastic. In my bliss I suddenly woke and looked at my phone. Thirty-five minutes until my flight was leaving. Hit the panic button. I started to wonder how that happened. Then the morning's events came rushing back to me. They went something like this:
1.*Alarm noise*
2. Turn off all THREE alarms which I had set.
3. "Hm. I fell asleep with this lamp on"
4. Turn off lamp.
5. Say out loud to myself "I love hotels."
6. Flop back down onto fantastic pillows.
Blast. I should have taken them up on that wake up call. It looked like I'd be paying for a rescheduled flight after all. But for some reason I decided to give it the old college try and hope that I could swing by on a miracle. I frantically threw my things all helter-skelter back into my bags and ran to the elevator. I think the receptionist could see the desperation on my face and I practically threw my key into her hand and asked if there was anyway I would make the flight. She called over and I heard her say, "She's a lucky lady." My flight was delayed and a miracle had indeed been on the menu for me that morning. (Good thing too, because I slept through breakfast.) I had exactly 2 hours from the time I got up to the rescheduled time. But I was rather impressed with myself for waking up, getting dressed, packing, checking out, and getting to baggage check in 15 minutes. I got through no problem. Then my flight was delayed another hour... I finally got on the plane and we were off. Back to Moscow. I thought the adventure was over. Until I got to baggage claim. I waited for a while. Then the sign changed to say it was the last chance for the London flight baggage. Still no signs of my suitcase. I went over to the desk to inquire and the woman could only say "London." I hoped that was a question as to whether I had been on the London flight. But no. My other intuition telling me that "London" was in fact the location of my belongings was correct. I had to go to the lost and found office and fill out some paperwork to have my bag delivered the next day. Which it was. But I must say, London had quite the hard time letting go of me.
I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.
1.*Alarm noise*
2. Turn off all THREE alarms which I had set.
3. "Hm. I fell asleep with this lamp on"
4. Turn off lamp.
5. Say out loud to myself "I love hotels."
6. Flop back down onto fantastic pillows.
Blast. I should have taken them up on that wake up call. It looked like I'd be paying for a rescheduled flight after all. But for some reason I decided to give it the old college try and hope that I could swing by on a miracle. I frantically threw my things all helter-skelter back into my bags and ran to the elevator. I think the receptionist could see the desperation on my face and I practically threw my key into her hand and asked if there was anyway I would make the flight. She called over and I heard her say, "She's a lucky lady." My flight was delayed and a miracle had indeed been on the menu for me that morning. (Good thing too, because I slept through breakfast.) I had exactly 2 hours from the time I got up to the rescheduled time. But I was rather impressed with myself for waking up, getting dressed, packing, checking out, and getting to baggage check in 15 minutes. I got through no problem. Then my flight was delayed another hour... I finally got on the plane and we were off. Back to Moscow. I thought the adventure was over. Until I got to baggage claim. I waited for a while. Then the sign changed to say it was the last chance for the London flight baggage. Still no signs of my suitcase. I went over to the desk to inquire and the woman could only say "London." I hoped that was a question as to whether I had been on the London flight. But no. My other intuition telling me that "London" was in fact the location of my belongings was correct. I had to go to the lost and found office and fill out some paperwork to have my bag delivered the next day. Which it was. But I must say, London had quite the hard time letting go of me.
I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.
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