My return here was eventful
It all began when i arrived at the airport at in which i was to depart from to return to university. My flight was not scheduled to leave until 4:30 and it was barely 2:30. I figured i'd check in, save a seat for my room mate next to me, and go relax and read. However, when i went to the counter they informed me that i was unable to save a seat for my room mate, because she'd beat me to it. She arrived before me and she saved ME a seat - a middle seat though, which is never fun, strange people on either side . . . One that i don't even know!!
So i checked in, received my ticket and made a quick walk around, searching for my long lost roomy, who was supposedly in that very airport at that exact moment! Yet i didn't find her . . . Perhaps she was already waiting at the terminal. So i went through security with no problems. I spose i just look like such a trusting and unsuspecting person that there was no reason to give me trouble.
I arrived at the terminal to find no sign of that girl. So i sat in the corner by myself with my iPod on and a book in my hands, praying that no creepers would decided to get friendly with me.
It was nearing 4 and still no sign of my room mate and supposed seat buddy. I wondered if perhaps she'd gone to the wrong terminal or, even worse, i was seated in the incorrect terminal?!
I checked, then checked again and then again for a 3rd time my ticket. And, to my surprise, each time i checked it, it was the same, and i was infact at the correct terminal. Then, finally, with only 5 minutes to spare before the 4 o'clock curfew that was given to us passengers, she strolls in, as if she had all the time in the world!
It turns out she's been at a restaurant this whole time, she said she glanced around a few times for me, but that was it. I don't blame her, she was probably making eyes with some hot-shot business man and didn't want me to intrude and remind her of her boyfriend that she would be seeing in just a few hours. Nah, i know she'd never do such a thing . . . he'd kill her.
We soon boarded the plane, me with the sinking feeling that i would soon be jammed between two others. My roommate on the other hand chatted non-stop (except for our quick, accidental mentioning of bombs) about her window seat and how much she enjoyed watching the clouds pass by and how she always had the worst luck and people would take her window seat. It was rather ironic that she told me that, for just a few minutes later we'd reached our seats only to find an elderly lady, clinging to a Harry Potter book and sitting comfortably in the window seat!
I laughed quietly to my self, so i wouldn't be smacked by my already agitated traveling buddy. We decided she had mistaken the aisle seat for the window seat, so we took the two vacant seats in that row. I soon discovered however that there was luggage occupying my storage space under the seat infront of me. I was unsure of how i should react to it. I decided that once the remainder of the passengers had found their seats i would try to get one of the stewardesses attention and ask her how i should go about it. Well, i never got around to that, because soon after i had mentally made that decision a young guy came to sit in his seat, which just happened to be the same one i was presently sitting in.
It turned out that the old lady was not in just the wrong seat, but in the wrong row as well. The stewardess (that spelling looks wrong . . . sorry, i am a horrible speller, as it is probably quite evident in my past [and present] blogs) allowed her to stay in her seat and the guy was willing to take her now available seat.
As much as i would have enjoyed to be seated next to a guy close to my age, when it comes to strangers i am quite shy and i was grateful of the empty space i obtained through the aisle.
We landed at 5:40, only 5 minutes later then our scheduled landing time. We quickly retrieved out luggage and began searching for our ride. After walking and searching the airport for nearly 20 minutes we decided we would grab some food. So we stopped at Tim Horton's, where i ordered and soon devoured my favourite sandwich.
We decided the best place to meet someone would be at the "rendez-vous meeting point" situated in the front of the airport. So we parked out luggage carts and had soon begun to entertain ourselves listening to music and, i'm almost too embarrassed to say, dancing around the 'rendez-vous meeting point'. Luckily, for my small remaining amount of dignity, the room was empty.
By 7 o'clock, and with no sign of our ride, we decided to make a phone call. We discovered that our ride had received inaccurate information regarding our arrival time, they thought we did not arrive until 9. And so they promised they would make there way to the airport right away. Upon hanging up we remembered that we had not indicated where we would be waiting for them. We figured though, that it would be a no brainer that one was to meet someone else at the large windowed in area called the 'randez-vous meeting place'.
More than an hour later, they still hadn't arrived. We continued looking out the window, yet no such luck. At 8:10 an announcement came over the P.A. calling us to the information station.
We made our way there and found my roommates boyfriend standing there, looking impatient (which he really had no reason to be, it was not him who'd been sitting in an airport for the past 2.5 hours!). Supposedly they had been searching for us for nearly 15 minutes, everywhere but where we were waiting.
We finally left the airport 3 hours after having arrived there. On the way home we stopped at the rich part of the city, and visited the nicest McDonald's i've ever seen, or probably ever see.
We finally arrived back at university . . . it is awesome to see everyone again, so many faces, people to see, friends to talk to, people dropping by at the window. Yet something is missing, dorm life just doesn't compare to what it was last year.
The reason for it . . . currently unknown, though i hope to overcome it soon.
If i feel like this for the remainder of the semester, i don't think i will last until April.
-here's for making it to the end of the year-
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