My husband Andrew and I were so stoked to be able to go on a winter vacation away from the cold in NYC. It's always so satisfying to leave the frosty city for a beach destination. Successfully leaving the apartment on time after a 4:30 am alarm, we were greeted by awesome 53-degree weather outside. I was sweating in my coat. So yeah, we kinda abandoned some sweet NY weather.
We felt secure in our ability to get onto the flight from JFK to Miami. According to information we received the day before, seating was very open. When we arrived to the gate, Andrew and I were nearly the last people on the standby list of 26 people for a full flight. How did this happen?? Uh oh. I rethought my original plan to pick up some morning Shake Shack (JFK's location opens at 6am!). I didn't want to tell Andrew, but there was no way in hell we were getting on that flight, so I might as well eat my Shake Shack while we figure out our next move after we DON'T get on this plane. ;)
To my surprise, the gate agent went down the list of people who had their names on the standby list and WEREN'T SHOWING UP. Every time we got excited a Mr. and Mrs. So-and-Sho didn't make it to the desk, some last minute ticketed passenger would run down the terminal up to the gate. It was a constant YAAAY AWWWW NOOOO WHAT.
I was shocked at how late these passengers were. The airline reps would take their tickets while chastising the travelers, "You know you almost missed your flight!!" And I would have to stop myself from giving these irresponsible passengers looks of disapproval even though I've totally been there- running through the airport like the Home Alone family. Anyway, five minutes before they closed the door, Andrew and I got ushered in. We were part of the four last seats, and there was a flurry of activity as the reps tore tickets and scribbled our seat numbers on them. Andrew was asking the rep if he should tag his carry-on, and she yelled, "JUST GOOOOOO!" Like a scene from an action movie where she was forcing us to leave her to save our own lives. Like that dramatic, guys.
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