Oops... I did it again.
Last week I overslept a flight again. I woke up on a boat in Cannes Marina and immediately realized I was in a bit of a crisis situation. Fortunately, I had prepared myself in some way for this, and had laid out clothes, charged the batteries in my phones and packed my bag. Pity I forgot to set the alarm. There was an hour left until departure so there was no time for anything but to get dressed, order an Uber and head off. I didn't have a key to the marina gate, so I had to climb over the fence. Made even harder with a suitcase.
Morning traffic can be a bit tricky in Cannes, as it was this morning as well. Just three minutes before he arrived, my Uber driver called and asked if I was going to the airport. I said yes. He hung up and canceled the booking. That made me as mad as hell but with no choice other than calming down and running out into the morning rush hour like a lunatic to find an ordinary taxi. At this point, it was only 15 minutes before boarding and Cannes is, depending on the traffic, about a 20-30-minute drive from the airport.
I spot a taxi on the other side of the street and wave my arms wildly to stop the traffic and run across the street.
“NICE AIRPORT PLEASE,” I shout to the driver as I throw myself in.
He says it will take 30 minutes. At this point, I start to doubt that I’ll make the flight and begin checking the alternatives.
There's only some delightful same day tickets left. The ones that have 2 – 3 stops, take 28 hours altogether and cost €800 in Economy. Ridiculous. I have to catch the flight. Feel both panic but firm resolve. I go to the airport website. I’m flying Economy with an airline that's not in the Star Alliance, so I can't go through fast track. Which makes the situation even more stressful. I see they sell fast track online for €10. I pay for that on my phone.
I arrive at the airport 10 minutes after boarding has commenced. I jump out, run through the airport like a lunatic and manage to reach the gate two minutes later. From bed to gate in 40 minutes is even more impressive in my world.
Looking back, I feel sorry for the poor soul who sat next to me on that flight. Imagine an evening out in a warm climate followed by vigorous exercise in the morning without taking a shower. I was wet through with sweat. But at least I was able to brush my teeth onboard.
On arrival in Barcelona, where I was changing planes, I paid for lounge entry to have a shower and change my clothes. I really don't enjoy sitting on a plane soaking wet. Especially not when I've been out late the night before and generally feel a bit worse for wear and physically exhausted. That shower was so incredibly blissful and necessary. Otherwise I would have had to go to the gate that evening smelling both of an evening out and a training session. As I took my shower things out of the bag, I found the key to the Marina. Which didn't make me super popular with my friends still on the boat. At least the new key cost less than a new ticket would have cost.
I’ve still kept my New Year's resolution to miss fewer flights in 2018. Not a single one so far of the 70 or so I’ve taken.
In 2017, I missed six flights due to oversleep, clumsiness or nonchalance.
August 24, 2018