Mechanical failures…

I woke this morn­ing at 4:30 with the feel­ing that I was already behind. I was right. With a 7:00am flight I should be at the air­port by 5:00am in order to get through secu­ri­ty. Of course at that point I had­n’t seen my itin­er­ary in quite some time and I did­n’t real­ly know how late I was.

I packed my bags last night, so all I need­ed do was get dressed, feed Ozzy, print my e‑ticket con­fir­ma­tion and go.

As I pulled my belt on, the buck­le sim­ply fell apart. I guess per­haps it’s been strain­ing against my expand­ing waist­line for too long or some­thing, but to para­phrase an old joke, it’s time for a new belt.

Then as I tried to print the flight itin­er­ary, my print­er start­ed to make not-so-fun­ny nois­es as it tried to inhale entire sheafs of paper at a time. After a half hour of wrestling with it, I stomped that print­er out of exis­tance and took an illeg­i­ble copy. I hope they can look me up by my name.

So now it’s 5:50am and I’m on BART, hop­ing I’ll still catch my plane.

Ever onward, ever upward. I hope this isn’t some way the Uni­verse is using to tell me I should­n’t be on this plane. I’m not quite that super­sti­tious, though.