I arrived at the airport about 3 hours prior to my flight, which was recommended for international travel. I haven't traveled to a foreign country other than Mexico so I wanted to be sure I had everything I needed.
Anyway, to kill time I had a margarita! I know, I quit drinking, but this was a special occassion. (and I didn't quit because I abuse it, I quit because I'm running) I got pretty intoxicated from the on giant margarita, but I stumbled over to may gate, which happened to be right outside the bar, about 45 minutes prior to takeoff. The gate agent then announces that my flight to New York will be delayed up to 2 hours due to air traffic trying to get into JFK. WTF??? Who over books?? Apparently this happens ALL the time, but I don't have 2 hours to wait, I will miss my connecting flight, so the gate agent tells me to try to rebook another flight to Detroit, then I can catch a flight from there to Paris and Paris onto Amman. . . WHAT??? Are you kidding me? But I do it because if I stay with the JFK flight I will miss my connection anyway, so while I am on the phone with Delta and they are rebooking me to Detroit, that flight becomes delayed, due to weather this time, which means I will miss my connection to Paris. OYE!! So I tell him put me back on the JFK flight, I will have more options to fly international from there than from Detroit.
So our plane finally departs Minneapolis at 5pm. Exactly 2 hours from my original departure time. We arrive in New York ahead of schedule due to tail winds, but, because they were not ready for our early arrive we had to taxi for an additional 15 minutes. By this time I am panicking, I have exactly 10 minutes to run my ass from the arrival gate to my departure gate. We arrive at gate 25 and I depart from 14. Sounds easy right? But I have never been to JFK before so I didn't know what to expect. 1-its full of people, I can't really run without knocking people down, but I do it anyway. As I feel I am getting so close, long hallways and corridors appear and I'm getting further and further behind. Finally a lady on a cart stops and picks me up and brings me to my gate. I arrived at exactly my departure time, the gate agents were actually beginning to rebook my ticket to Paris which left in an hour . . . but I happened to get lucky, and the co-pilot was on a delayed flight as well, so I had 1 minute to spare before the doors were sealed. THANK YOU GOD is all I can say! I already have a short time in Jordan and with these delays, I would've had an even shorter time.
But, I arrived and I arrived an hour early and I am having an amazing time!
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