As I sit in the Cincinnati Airport, I have never been happier to be here....alive. I am flying for a one day business adventure today to Norfolk VA, which is something I have never done. I did not check a bag, but just carried on the essentials: heels (wearing boots for obvious weather reasons), laptop, and some random toiletries (makeup, deodorant, hand-santizer), and my Slash book.
As I board at Toledo Express, I notice that the pilot is yawning. COULD I GET YOU SOME COFFEE? PLEASE, TAKE SOME OF MY RIDALIN!!! OK, calm down. Board the flight and we are off. Mid-flight the tired, or perhaps bored, pilot comes on the loud speaker and announces that we are not landing in Atlanta, but rather in Cincinnati because of some mechanical errors, but of course, it is nothing to worry aobut. So, we descend and I see the runway and it is covered with firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars....waiting for us to land. US! Uh....nothing to worry about!?!?!
I have never seen a plane empty faster. People literally flew off that jet. We had to deplane with a staircase away from the terminal (it is about 5 degrees in Cincinnati today). Then it seemed that I was going to miss my connecting flight so I had to run over to Delta and see how they could rebook me.
Running throught the airport is literally the best exercise known to man and since I tend to always be hot, I have had to lose some clothes. Overcoat, gone. Suit jacket, gone. After I got my flight and all was settled I realized that I had totally sweatted through my shirt and since it is the only one I have with me I must improvise. So now I find myself in the bathroom stall with no shirt on, wiping my armpits with handsanitizer and reapplying some anti-perspirant and deodorant. Strong enough for a man? How bout strong enough for a strung out-stressed out woman tearing through the airport?
Let's hope my trip home is less eventful.