San Diego Comic-Con Almost, Maybe

I am not writing this blog from San Diego where I should be basking in the glow of Comic-Con. I should be but the transportation gods have chosen today to teach me who is boss. Not in a little way either. In a big fat we are going to fuck you hard way. Really, I feel like having a drink and smoking a cigarette right now and I don’t do either of those things.

I live in the middle of nowhere. Most of the time when we want to fly somewhere we have to make the drive to Sacramento or San Francisco. This year I thought I was getting lucky because the flight out of Chico was not much more expensive. Chico is about 40 minutes away and I would have to fly in a small plane but I was stoked to not have to make the long drive.

I booked it despite the ridiculous early flight time. I got up at 3:30 this morning and was out the door by 4 am. Sheri dropped me off at the airport and turned around and went home. Everything was going smoothly. I was on the plane, the door was shut, my stomach was doing its normal Texas two-step flying dance. Then the transportation gods laughed and made me their bitch. The plane powered down. It would never power back up.

We were booted off the plane and then waited in line as the United workers tried desperately to find alternate planes for people. They were getting a lot of people out of Sacramento and I had a brief glimmer of hope as I waited my turn. I could hear them booking flights. Ordering a van to come pick up the passengers. Then it was my turn.

Since I am writing this from home I bet you can guess it didn’t go as well for me. You see today is Comic-Con, there were no seats on any planes to San Diego until 8 pm. What’s more it was looking like a 6 hour wait in an airport and a return trip for Sheri to come and get me while I waited for the next plane to get me out of Chico.

I did catch my first break there because I mentioned I live in Red Bluff and the United worker did a quick search and found a flight out of the Redding Airport (actually closer to our house). Instead of having to wait in the SF airport for 6 hours I was able to go home and take a nap. I leave out of Redding tonight at 5:30 pm and have only an hour and a half layover in San Francisco.

If something goes wrong with tonight’s flight I have already decided I am going to make them refund my ticket, get in my car and drive. I am a little bummed. I will miss all of preview night. Even more importantly I had some friends counting on me to help them with their big party at the Hard Rock Cafe and I wasn’t there to help them. They understand but it still bums me out. In the meantime, you might want to make a few sacrifices to the transportation gods for me. I would rather not go through this again tonight.

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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