Determination

I cannot travel without drama. It’s impossible. There was the time I booked my ticket for the wrong month and showed up to the airport thinking that I was leaving that day and ended up having to pay through the nose to get on a flight. Or the time that I got to the airport almost 2 hours before my flight, but due to ineptitude of the people working the ticketing counter, I not only missed my flight, but the next flight to my destination, too. There was also the time that I was stuck in the airport for 8 hours due to a blizzard on the other side of the country, and the time that I completely slept through my flight. My trip to visit Master was no different. In fact, there was a time that I thought that I would not make it there at all.

I packed everything the night before. I laid my clothes for the plane ride out, underwear, jewelry, and all. I made sure that everything was perfect. I woke up on time and showered and shaved my cunt, as Master had told me to. I got dressed and was about to walk out the door. I have no idea what compelled me to check my purse, but as I was loading my luggage into the car, I realized that I hadn’t remembered seeing my ID in my purse when looking for a card the day before. So I checked. And it was not there. I checked every pocket of every pair of pants, shorts, skirt, and dress that I own. Ripped apart my room. Checked purse pockets. Tore apart my car. All to no avail. I have no passport. I had nothing. I would not be able to get on the plane. And I curled up into a ball on my floor and I sobbed. I told Master I would not be able to come.

After I calmed down, I went and got my birth certificate and social security card. I called the airport to find out when the next flights out were. I knew I would miss my original flight, but hoped I could go get a replacement license and make it onto another flight. I drove to the DMV and waited outside for half an hour before it opened. I waited in line another 45 minutes. I was crying by the time I got to the counter, because I had just called the airline to try and confirm that I wanted to get on one of the later flights but they told me I couldn’t take those and would have to try to fly standby on an even later one, unless I wanted to pay $1,000+. The woman at the counter was very nice, we got my new license picture taken, and she asked for the $25. I handed her a VISA. They did not take VISA. They took Mastercard, AmEx, and Discover (of all things), but not VISA, and no, they couldn’t accept a card number over the phone.

And so I drove off and found an ATM and got cash. And drove back. The woman was nice enough to let me skip the line and I headed for the airport. And another kind soul at the ticket counter saved me again. Not only was he able to get me on the earliest flight, but he did not charge me to check my bags, nor did he charge me the change fee. The rest of my day went without a hitch, and I made it to Master only 4 hours later than originally scheduled. That isn’t to say that I didn’t pay for missing my flight. We had a nice dinner together, but when we got back to the room, His belt came off and I was punished for my irresponsibility.

Next time, I can guarantee you that I won’t be missing my flight.