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Topic: Minute(s) (as in time) (03/03/11)
TITLE: Last Call For Flight 208
By Kathleen Langridge
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“Hello, Kitty,” Karl said, “I thought you would be on the plane by now. Is everything okay? You are coming aren’t you?”
“Yes, the plane is delayed by fog in London, sorry. I wouldn’t miss my first Blazer game especially as they are sure to beat the Sonics, hands down, and on their own court.” I said laughingly. “Trust me to book a flight from Portland to Seattle on an International turn around.”
“Can’t you switch to another flight?” Karl asked anxiously. “I’d hate for you to miss any of the game while Seattle trounces Portland.”
“Trounce Portland with Bill Walton playing us right into the NBA finals? I don’t think so. I suppose I could get another flight. But how will I let you know which one; you’ll be leaving for the airport soon, won’t you?”
“No ‘problema,’ I’ll check the TWA flight and if it isn’t coming in I’ll watch for all the other Portland flights after that. Don’t worry about what time you arrive. We’ll make the game in plenty of time.” Karl reassured me in his usual kind manner. I really liked that about him, he was always kind even gentle toward me over the six months we had been dating.
“Okay, I’ll check some other flights and be there ASAP. Bye for now.” I waited a moment to hear his ‘bye, see you soon reply’ and left the phones to see what my options were at the TWA desk.
When I first learned that the flight delay was caused by fog in London and that I was booked on an International turn around flight I should have pursued my options at that point instead of waiting. Oh, the wisdom of hindsight. Now the very patient and helpful TWA personnel were saying I had just minutes to get the Continental desk and get a ticket on their next flight to Seattle. They did book the ticket, but I still needed to sprout wings and fly or I would miss the flight.
Raincoat over my shoulder, carry on bag in one hand and handbag in the other I began a very fast walk through the airport. Suddenly, I heard, “Miss Bradford, Miss Bradford” looking over my left shoulder I saw a cart and the driver was calling my name. He stopped beside me and said with a huge smile, “Hop on I will take you to the Continental desk and then to your departure gate.” I froze; I couldn’t believe it. He said, “Better hurry though, the plane will be boarding in minutes.” Hopping, as encouraged, I tried not to panic at the thought of missing this plane. My smiling driver had me at the Continental desk faster than a speeding bullet and they were waiting for me, the ticket extending from the waving arm of an enthusiastic agent. “Hope the Blazers win,” she smiled as she pushed the ticket into my hand. “Now hurry!” Repeating my earlier hopping activity my driver put the ‘pedal to the metal’ and off we flew headed for my departure gate. I had no time to wonder how the ticket agent knew I was headed for a Blazer’s game. We stopped at the departure gate to hear the announcement, “Last boarding call for flight 208.”
“Thanks, so much, “ I called, over my shoulder, to the driver as I hurried toward the door of my flight gate.
“Your welcome, go Blazers!”
Momentum moved me toward the gate and the smiling Continental staff, no time to wonder how both the ticket agent and the driver knew of my reason for travelling. My anxiety at arriving on time must have shown, the kindly agent said, “No need to rush now.”
As I entered the plane showing my ticket the steward said, “Oh, Miss Bradford, the Captain, a huge Blazer fan, has upgraded you to First Class.” Who cared how he knew, I thought enjoying my First Class seat.
We made the game, with minutes to spare! Who won, Portland of course?
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