The Journey is Less Important than the Destination

April 11, 2012 at 2:37 pm | Posted in Around Boston | 2 Comments
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I’m finally taking a trip to visit my gal pal Rhymes-With-Tzarina in San Diego (N.B. The jury is still out on what that name means – agree to disagree).  I was supposed to visit weeks ago, but had to postpone my trip until I was at least mostly over “the plague,” as I like to call the pneumonia/bronchitis/sinus infection I’ve been so graciously hosting for the past two months.

I packed last night, worked remotely this morning, took a cab to the Logan Express Shuttle and then things started to go wrong… You knew this was going to happen, both because something inevitably goes awry whenever I travel and because I probably wouldn’t be blogging about a totally normal journey.

So here I am, sitting at Logan International Airport, attempting to hide from/avoid acknowledging a woman waiting in the same lounge I’m in.  She was on the same shuttle I was on – or, should I say, the same shuttle I started on.  You see, not five minutes after the shuttle left a wave of violent nausea overtook me (and NO, I’m not pregnant and this is not morning sickness).  I let out the loudest, rudest burp I’ve ever heard, and said fellow passenger literally turned around and glared at me.  I started to apologize to her and then it happened.  I couldn’t hold it in.  I vomited.  And it was completely mortifying.  Not to mention really uncomfortable.

The shuttle driver was very sweet about having to turn the shuttle around and hightail it straight back to the lot, and didn’t make me feel like the biggest rhymes-with-glass-bowl on the planet.  But this lady was less than kind.

I get it.  It was a disgusting thing to do.  But lady, if I could have avoided it, don’t you think I would have?  I mean, come on!

As the driver did a little cleaning, I got off the shuttle, called my mom in a panic, and asked what I should do.  Was I pushing it?  Was “the plague” sending me a message and ordering me to stay in Beantown?  What should I do???

As the shuttle pulled away, “Mo” calmly walked me through my day… when did the nausea start?  Did it feel like a tummy bug or food poisoning or something else?  What had I eaten?  And then we figured it out.  I hadn’t eaten.  I’d been so busy trying to cram work in and get to the airport on time that I neglected to eat when I took my prescriptions, which very clearly state: “Take with food.”


Here’s hoping that’s the worst (and only) ridiculous and icky thing that happens this trip.  But I’m issuing a warning to all San Diegans: don’t be surprised if I accidentally mess something up in your fair city.


Stay Classy, San Diego... If you can!

American Airlines: Nightmare in the Air

February 17, 2011 at 10:59 am | Posted in Around Boston, Married Life | 8 Comments
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I’m writing to you, our dear reader(s), from Gate B22 at Boston Logan Airport en route to my bro’s wedding.  Normally I would be in the vacation spirit already, but today I need to vent before I can clear my mind and start to enjoy myself.  For those of you that don’t know, my brother is getting married in Costa Rica, so when Andrew and I booked our flights last September, we did it directly through the American Airlines website to ensure our reservation would be hassle-free.  We’d fly Boston to New York to Costa Rica – easy peasy lemon squeezy. 

Big mistake.

This image from Media Bistro says it all...

We checked in nice and early in this morning at Logan for our international flight (or so we thought).  But when we got to the ticketing counter, the cranky, dare I say Rhymes-With-Witchy service representative (I am pretty sure her name is Tina but I can’t see clearly through the haze of noxious attitude she was spewing into the atmosphere) informed us that we’d be flying from Boston to Laguardia, then we’d have to collect our checked bags, hop in a cab and pay to get ourselves to JFK airport, re-check-in there and fly to Costa Rica. 


American Airlines books us to one NY airport and then expects us to get ourselves to the other NY airport (on our own additional dime) for our connecting flight?  Not okay.  I asked Witchy Tina if she could just put us on a flight to JFK from Logan.  She declined.  After we got through security, I called AA’s customer service line, and they informed me that they could, in fact, put us on a flight to JFK, but we would have to get our checked luggage back, and we’d have to return to the ticketing counter to do so.  I left Andrew at the gate with our carry-ons so I could claim and recheck our luggage. 

Yup, you guessed it: Tina struck again.  She informed me that she could not get any checked baggage back.  Despite my assurances that the supervisor at AA’s customer service said she could, she flat out refused to find our luggage.  If I had any further questions, she said, I should see the agents at the first class ticketing counter.  So off I went to the AA Premier desk and informed them of the situation.  The lovely lady at the first class desk called Tina for the status, informed her that she could have gotten our luggage back, apologized for Tina’s redonkulousness, and began the process of getting our luggage. 

Huzzah!  Or so we thought…

In the time it took for fabulous Tina to cause trouble, the last of the seats on the flight to JFK were taken.  It was too late.  All they could do for us was give us our boarding passes for JFK to save us one step (but we still have to check our luggage). 

So here we sit, waiting for a flight to Laguardia where, upon arrival, we’ll need to claim our luggage, grab a cab, get ourselves to JFK in a serious hurry, pray to every deity we can think of, re-check in and then get on the flight to Costa Rica. 

Please join us in a moment of silence to hope for the best…

Thank you,


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