Adventures in the Lone Star State

24 Hours: Part II

The Drive Home

After landing, mom picked me up and we stopped by Costco where she had some lunch. I didn’t start feeling hunger pains until we got home. Nothing much else happened. Just a typical drive home.

Errands

When I got home, the first thing I did was check my email. I had to figure out what I was going to do about my flight to New York. It turns out that I had to buy my own ticket. I had about 6 hours to find a ticket, buy it (w/o paying a small fortune), etc. Turns out that the cheapest one-way ticket was $615. I ended up seeing if I could get a buddy pass through a relative. She was at work (read: on a flight somewhere) and wasn’t going to be home until at least 8:00 pm (CDT).

In the mean time, I had to fix the family computer, which committed suicide the day I left for Hong Kong. I backed up all of the files and felt that I was going to have to wipe it clean and reinstall Windows. However, I tried fixing the problem one last time (the way that I had prior to my vacation) and this time it worked! Dumb computer; I don’t know why it worked, but I really didn’t care. That was miracle #2. God seemed to like me today.

I then proceeded to hastily package a gift (which was so pleasantly received on Friday). I was out the door with a laundry list of things to do: ship package, deposit check at bank, go to pharmacy, get a new cell phone—do everything within 75 minutes. The first two tasks were quickly accomplished. The pharmacy told me that they would have to call the BYU Health Center (which was closed) and that they were really busy. I told them to forget about it and I ran off to the Sprint store.

The Sprint Store was an ordeal. The man that helped didn’t really know what he was doing. He was very nice, but lack experience, I guess. He had to keep asking other workers for help. It also didn’t help that my Treo was retarded. Somehow, it was registered to an account, but nobody could figure out which one. It also thought that it was registered to my current cell number. Needless to say, I couldn’t switch the Treo over to my family plan like I wanted.

My LG sucks, so I was desperate to get a new phone. Having the $150 upgrade available, I went ahead and bought the Samsung Upstage. It is a trendy-looking phone and had some features that I wanted to try out. If I don’t like it, I can always replace it within 30 days. After 90 minutes at the store, I finally had a new, working phone.

I made it back home and mom had dinner on the table. By now, it was close to 6:30 pm. I quickly ate (very good meal, btw—I will have to make this sometime) and finished packing my things. It was nearing 7:00 pm and I still had not ticket. My flight was schedule to leave at 9:15 pm from John Wayne, so I didn’t really have much time left. The phone rang soon after 7 and I was able to get on the flight. After thanking her, I was off to the airport.

The Airport

I was surprised to learn that John Wayne no longer offered free wireless Internet. LAME. I killed time listening to my iPod and bought a salad from McDonald’s for the red eye. (You don’t get a meal on the flight.) I was sad to leave the world of flying in Asia. I got hot meals on every flight (even the two-hour flights!). I forgot how Spartan the US airlines really are.

Oh yeah, when I checked in, the Continental representative informed me that even though the flight wasn’t full, there was no empty row. Meaning, I wouldn’t be able to lie down and get some sleep (hadn’t slept more than 3 hours in the last 24 hours). I had a full day of training when I landed, so I was anxious about passing out in the middle of training. God seemed to like me a lot today. While the flight attendant’s words played true for the most part, I was the only one with three seats to myself. I could lie down! Heaven knows that I needed a few goods hours of sleep.

June 2nd, 2007 at 6:29 am


2 Responses to “24 Hours: Part II”

  1. Rebecca Says:

    there’s an airport named after John Wayne?! as in The Duke? that is so cool! I need to see this airport… no comments about my nerdiness.

  2. Fernando Says:

    Of course JW has an airport named after him. If you feel like paying a visit to my hometown, you can fly into John Wayne and see the statue they have of him.

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