Late in July, I flew back to Toronto and let me tell you from the moment I stepped into the airport it was a mess! The initial flight was delayed by about two hours. Not a big deal, I would just read a magazine at the airport. I was sort of trapped there since I had my dad drop me off and he was now heading back home (40 miles from the airport) and everyone else I knew was working since it was 11am on a Thursday. The two-hour delay quickly turned into a five-hour delay and then the flight was canceled.
We were all herded like cattle down the stairs back to the counter to “see” if they could get us on the next flight or if it would be the following day. After standing in line for nearly an hour and a half, I got up to the counter and was told that they could get me on a 4:45pm flight through Minneapolis that would get me to Toronto at about 1am. I did a little sweet talking and told the agent why I was going to Toronto in the first place and she told me to move to the end of the counter on the left and a different airline would get me on a flight through Chicago in 30 minutes and I would be in Toronto at about 10pm. I’m so glad I can be nice when necessary!
The flight to Chicago was pretty much the same as any flight I’ve been on, there is someone next to me that doesn’t smell like me (Jayde says I have a smell that only she would recognize and others ask the perfume I’m wearing because they would like some and since I never wear any, it must mean that I smell good), there isn’t enough leg room and it’s either too hot or too cold. We landed in Chicago on time and I now had an hour and a half to waste. I guess it was time to find something to eat that wasn’t the typical overpriced airport food. After I ate, I found my way back to the gate that I was “supposed” to be and only to find out there was a gate change. Walking halfway across the airport to the new gate, I found out the flight had been delayed…..AGAIN! I now would be in Toronto at about 11pm.
Once on the plane, I tried to turn my phone off and all that happened is that it zoomed into a small section of the middle of the screen. Anyone with an iPhone knows you can’t do anything from the middle of the screen. I was able to scroll one pixel at a time from top to bottom so I thought once I made it to the top of the screen, I’d be able to scroll one pixel at a time from left to right to turn the phone off. Nope! The left to right scrolling on the overzoomed screen didn’t work at all. So now the flight was delayed again because I couldn’t turn my phone off. I sat there and laughed and the people around me looked at me in disgust. The flight attendant initially said we couldn’t leave until the phone was turned off but after trying over and over again herself, told me just to put it in my pocket. I wonder what the TWA would think about that?
When I went to put the phone in my pocket, it happened, the worst thing that could possibly happen that day. I spilled Cran-Grape juice on my pillow! This may sound trivial but this action nearly brought me to tears. Those who know me well, know that I’m a bit of a sheet snob and that I spend more on my sheets than I do on my car insurance…..for the entire year! I sat there staring at the purple stain on my pillow in disbelief. My favorite set of perfectly colored sage green pillow cases now had a purple stain that was going to dry and be impossible to get out. Those of you who know me even better know that I’ve got a feather pillow that travels everywhere with me. Yes everywhere! And those of you who have taken the time to listen about my 20 pound pillow will know it’s a very special pillow, that I’ve had it nearly all my life and it was made for me by a member of my family that is no longer with us. She stripped the stem from thousands of feathers giving me a pillow that weighs more than a sack of flour. Jayde has indicated it is the one item of mine that she REALLY wants. Everything else, she can buy on her own.
After I FINALLY made it to Toronto, I breezed through customs because there were no other flights arriving at 11pm. Got a cab and dreaded the 30 minute ride to the hotel. The cab driver was one of those drivers that insisted on talking to me the entire time so I pretended to be completely involved in something on my computer in hopes that me ignoring “why are you in Toronto” types of questions wasn’t too upsetting to him.
I checked into the hotel in hopes of finding some restaurant that would still be open at 11:30 and other than a few bars, I found nothing. Who would think that in Fargo, I could drive a few blocks and find any number of places to eat but in a city the size of Toronto, and being in downtown Toronto, I wasn’t able to find anything? That’s just messed up! At least my implant wasn’t going to be until 11:20 the following morning so I would be able to sleep a bit later and find somewhere for breakfast.
Bring on the water……I drank the required amount of water AFTER I got to CReATe this time, knowing that I could drink it rather quickly and that most likely the doctor would be late. The “required” amount of water, seemed like an entire bathtub full once it’s in my bladder. I didn’t have Ronen or Gadi with me this time to distract me from time passing far too slowly so I listened to an audiobook on my phone. Chapter 1, sit and wait. Chapter 27, still waiting. Chapter 34, I get up to ask how much longer it’s going to be because I REALLY needed to pee! I was told it would be “soon”. Chapter 51 (2 1/2 hours after my implant time was supposed to be) it’s my turn to get on the table. My stomach is ultrasounded and I was told I was “too full” and that I needed to go pee about three cups. How is someone to accurately gauge three cups when they have 40 gallons of pee that needs to come out?
I was shown these two beauties and three minutes later I was back in my chair to finish my audio book before heading back to the hotel for some much-needed food and to stay in bed. On my previous implant, by the time I made it back to the room, I took a few hour nap, this time all I could think was how much I wanted a steak! At 6, I called Ruth Chris‘s steak house to see if there was availability for a lonely party of one (yes I said that). Yes, they could get me a table at 7:15. By the time I hung up the phone, my mouth was watering, stomach growling and I was already counting the seconds until I could head over to get one of what I believe to be the most perfect steaks ever cooked for me. This is my splurge every time I’m in Toronto because personally I think it’s insane to pay close to $100 for ONE meal!