Chuck Bao
8/7/2008, 03:12 PM
I made it back to Bangkok just fine, no thanks to the four-hour delay at DFW after the previous night’s storms in Chicago had delayed flights until the next morning.
I wasn’t too impressed when the woman at the boarding gate who said: “I hope you know you’ve already missed your connecting flight to Tokyo and here is your boarding pass for that flight.”
What did she mean and why did she re-assign me to a middle seat on a flight already gone when I already had my boarding pass with my requested aisle seat? I stewed about that while waiting another two hours on the tarmac.
Mom, big bro and I left our home at 2:30am on Tuesday morning so I could be there two and a half hours early for the 7am flight. So, I was not in a good place in my mind.
I got the best advice from the flight attendant who told everyone missing connections to look at the monitors and run to the gate where the next flight to that destination will be leaving. I did and I got the last seat on a Tokyo flight and I was the last one to board. They also said that there was no way that my luggage would make it.
In Tokyo, I ran through the airport again and caught my original flight, thanks to a mechanic malfunction that delayed departure. This was a Thai Airways flight and they seemed angry with United for allowing me to catch up with my original schedule when all odds should have been against it. They did a search for my bag and said that it would be following me the next day.
So, I made it back to Bangkok in fine shape. I immediately went to the lost baggage department to give them my apartment address. They did a search and they said my bag couldn’t be found, but we should at least go to the carousel and see if it had arrived. It had and I’m not sure how that worked out, but it did. Maybe I don’t run so fast as I think I am.
I wasn’t stressed about that because I was returning home. I mean it would be great if the brownies mom and I baked for my office colleagues arrived and they did.
I went into my office today and my colleagues et up all the frickin’ fudge brownies. I’m not doing that ever again and I’ve learned my lesson. Last year, I picked the pecans from the pecan grove behind mom’s house, cracked and shelled them and put them in the brownie mix. My mistake. My colleagues were all about me not coming back without some.
This time I bought the pecans and I was in a pretty bad mood. So, I was like listen up, this is from a stupid cake mix and if you don’t like them, then well tough.
Not pretty or nice, I know, but I am like that.
What really gets me mad and I’m really, really mad now is that I somehow got the return trip days all wrong or I was so confused on the passing the international date line or whatever. I was supposed to return midnight on Thursday night. I was going into my office to get back on track of the important stuff on Friday. Anyway, I found out in the afternoon that today was Thursday and not Friday. I wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Now, I have to work tomorrow!!!!
How did that happen? Me and lost luggage of fudge brownies arriving a day early. Maybe Ike and his big collider thingy can explain about that stuff. I can't.
I wasn’t too impressed when the woman at the boarding gate who said: “I hope you know you’ve already missed your connecting flight to Tokyo and here is your boarding pass for that flight.”
What did she mean and why did she re-assign me to a middle seat on a flight already gone when I already had my boarding pass with my requested aisle seat? I stewed about that while waiting another two hours on the tarmac.
Mom, big bro and I left our home at 2:30am on Tuesday morning so I could be there two and a half hours early for the 7am flight. So, I was not in a good place in my mind.
I got the best advice from the flight attendant who told everyone missing connections to look at the monitors and run to the gate where the next flight to that destination will be leaving. I did and I got the last seat on a Tokyo flight and I was the last one to board. They also said that there was no way that my luggage would make it.
In Tokyo, I ran through the airport again and caught my original flight, thanks to a mechanic malfunction that delayed departure. This was a Thai Airways flight and they seemed angry with United for allowing me to catch up with my original schedule when all odds should have been against it. They did a search for my bag and said that it would be following me the next day.
So, I made it back to Bangkok in fine shape. I immediately went to the lost baggage department to give them my apartment address. They did a search and they said my bag couldn’t be found, but we should at least go to the carousel and see if it had arrived. It had and I’m not sure how that worked out, but it did. Maybe I don’t run so fast as I think I am.
I wasn’t stressed about that because I was returning home. I mean it would be great if the brownies mom and I baked for my office colleagues arrived and they did.
I went into my office today and my colleagues et up all the frickin’ fudge brownies. I’m not doing that ever again and I’ve learned my lesson. Last year, I picked the pecans from the pecan grove behind mom’s house, cracked and shelled them and put them in the brownie mix. My mistake. My colleagues were all about me not coming back without some.
This time I bought the pecans and I was in a pretty bad mood. So, I was like listen up, this is from a stupid cake mix and if you don’t like them, then well tough.
Not pretty or nice, I know, but I am like that.
What really gets me mad and I’m really, really mad now is that I somehow got the return trip days all wrong or I was so confused on the passing the international date line or whatever. I was supposed to return midnight on Thursday night. I was going into my office to get back on track of the important stuff on Friday. Anyway, I found out in the afternoon that today was Thursday and not Friday. I wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Now, I have to work tomorrow!!!!
How did that happen? Me and lost luggage of fudge brownies arriving a day early. Maybe Ike and his big collider thingy can explain about that stuff. I can't.