When I woke up at 5:30 this morning I thought I was catching the shuttle from Napa to San Francisco and boarding my 11:40am flight to Seattle. I thought I would be leaping into my best friend Nicole’s arms around 2:00pm and spending the remainder of the night eskimo kissing her and eating ice cream in bed. The universe had different plans for me. Apparently the fine pilots who work for Delta Airlines don’t know much about the climate here in San Francisco. As someone who has been to San Francisco for over 30 seconds I’ve gathered that the city can be rainy and occasionally foggy…it’s a bay, who would have guessed? Apparently no one gave the highly intelligent Delta airlines flight coordinators this memo because not only was my flight cancelled 10 minutes before boarding was supposed to begin but they didn’t bother to reschedule me for a full 22 hours which is odd because there are 3 other flights out of SFO to Seattle today and the sky in San Francisco is currently only partially cloudy. But who am I to judge right? I’m just the girl chilling alone in Terminal 1 (sans coffee) waiting for who knows what (some sort of miracle) to occur. I’m trying to keep my cool, however if there’s one lesson that I’ve learned this morning it’s that I am completely unable to remain calm in the face of any adversity when it comes to travel.
So yes, I did burst into tears and sob publicly at the the San Francisco Airport. What choice did I have really? Maybe I could have just purchased a Godiva chocolate bar and a few trashy gossip magazines to tide me over for the next 22 hours but let’s face the facts, I’m way too much of a drama queen to give in that easily. I much prefer to cause a scene and completely ruin my mascara. I only think it’s fair that the entire world (or at least Terminal 1) knows the sort of cruel and unusual punishment Delta Airlines is forcing me to endure. Terminal 1 isn’t fit human living conditions for 6 hours let alone 22. Not only is the entire terminal Starbucks free but there’s a creepy sculpture of a horse created out of drift wood that actually looks as if it could be possessed by demons and I don’t feel very good about it.
After some time thrashing about and throwing a mini (okay not SO mini) temper tantrum in a corner alone (although causing quite the scene) I was able to scrape together enough composure (and dignity) to wipe away my tears and quit the whimpering (out loud at least). I listened to Taylor’s “You’re Not Sorry” on repeat a few times and angrily dedicated it to Delta Airlines. I wrote an overdramatic email to Delta Airlines expressing my “disappointment with the complete lack of customer consideration” as if such a letter could really transport me to Seattle any sooner. I paced around Terminal 1 in search of entertainment, only to discover, to my dismay that there still wasn’t a Starbucks, a spa or a room full of snuggly puppies and free champagne. Consequently I’ve found myself on the verge of another mental breakdown. This time my insanity stems from stir crazy anxiety as opposed to shock induced rage but all the same its a very all consuming insanity.
I think it’s very fortunate that I witnessed a 7 year old humiliate herself as she pulled at her own hair and begged for an oatmeal cookie. If I hadn’t witnessed this ridiculous display (and judged a bit internally) I think it is highly likely that I would be set off in a similar manner yet again. I don’t blame the cute child in the bright blue North Face nor do I blame myself. Somedays an oatmeal cookie is the small token of hope that helps you make it through the day other times it’s the knowledge that you’ll be reunited with your bestie in a few short hours. Either way to have the cruel (heartless) Delta airlines workers rip your hopes and dreams (and cookies) away from you…well it comes as quite the shock. A first world fit isn’t something to brag about but in Terminal 1 what other option do you really have? I’d like to say this is the first mental break down I’ve ever had in San Francisco, or even just at the San Francisco airport. Unfortunately this is not the case. I’m beginning to think San Fran just isn’t my place.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving surrounded by friends and family! I took a spontaneous blogging break to reboot my mind but I am so happy to be back!