As I’m cruising down 75 South, I receive a text message from my Traveling Buddy asking whether I’ve made it yet. I quickly text back, “I’m on the way.” About 15 minutes later I arrive at the offsite parking deck my company has a discount with. The shuttle driver comes around to pick me up, but I’m trying to transfer my clothes/shoes from the big suitcase into the duffle bag. Hmmm…what do I want to keep? I refold my clothing and begin to distinguish the items that are pertinent from the items I packed “Just in Case”. The driver tells me he can’t wait any longer and drives off.
Minutes later, a new driver rolls around picks my luggage up and we're off to the airport. I arrive at the airport around 7:30am and the lines are ridiculous. The kinks with the new international line at Hartsfield Jackson International Airport have not been worked out and I see that the lines extend to PLUTO. I checked in online from my phone but I still have to check in my duffle bag. It took about 25 minutes then I was off to the security line.
I look around the security line and say to myself, “It’s not going to be that bad.” I have a little less than an hour left. I walk towards the security line and see that the lines go through the food court and extend past the baggage area. I sit in the line for 15 minutes then begin to ask other passengers if I can jump ahead of them. “My flight leaves at 8:45, do you mind if I get in front of you?” I ask several passengers. Most oblige and I am swiftly breezing through the line. As I walk through the security, I steadily watch my watch to make sure I still have enough time.
My co-workers begin texting me to tell me they are already on the flight. My heart begins to pound as I try to rush through the crowds to make it to my flight. I receive another text message saying that the doors were closing. I.MISSED.MY.FLIGHT!
MORAL OF THE STORY: ARRIVING EARLY IS BETTER THAN ARRIVING ON TIME.