We left the house too late. We could not take the tram to the train station, because on Sundays they were driving at different times as she knew. We had to call the taxi. Only to almost miss the train. No seats reserved, so I had to stand for almost two hours (she found a seat). We almost came too late to the airport, something that would have happened even without all the stress before.
I get to airports 1-2 hours ahead of time. Sometimes, three hours. My wife likes to get there exactly on time.
Well, everything backfired. We couldn’t figure out how parking works TSA line has a malfunction so lines were going even slower. Then she had to get her bag rescanned by TSA.
We missed our flight by 2 minutes, and sat there in the airport for six hours for the next flight.
Now all of a sudden, she thinks it’s a good idea we get to the airport 1-2 hours ahead of time.
Ah, I see your girlfriend plans like me! I don’t have a partner to offload the planning to, so that’s how I feel on every trip I make, lol. On my last trip I went to the wrong airport! (I still made my flight after taking an Uber to the correct airport, somehow.)
That sounds just like my ex. I remember our last flight together.
Flight takes off at 14:00? No problem, it takes 30 minutes to get to the airport and we have to check our bags in at least 45 minutes in advance, plus “undefined overhead”, so we’ll leave at 12:15.
What then happened is 12:00 hits. Nothing is planned in advance, so we call around to get a cab. Oh, none are available for 25 minutes? Shit. Cab shows up at 12:30. Late but still good. We arrive at the airport at 13:00, thankfully without traffic. We wait in line twenty minutes to check our baggage, five minutes late but they still take it. We hit security at 13:30, but luckily the line moves fairly quickly and we get through at 13:45. We run to our gate while the airline calls for us over the PA system, arriving at 13:55, just before they close the doors. We only made it because the flight was slightly delayed.
She couldn’t understand why this wasn’t good for me. We still made it, right? Yep. And that’s one of the many reasons she’s my ex.
I let my girlfriend do the planing once.
Once.
We left the house too late. We could not take the tram to the train station, because on Sundays they were driving at different times as she knew. We had to call the taxi. Only to almost miss the train. No seats reserved, so I had to stand for almost two hours (she found a seat). We almost came too late to the airport, something that would have happened even without all the stress before.
I let my girlfriend do the planing once.
I get to airports 1-2 hours ahead of time. Sometimes, three hours. My wife likes to get there exactly on time.
Well, everything backfired. We couldn’t figure out how parking works TSA line has a malfunction so lines were going even slower. Then she had to get her bag rescanned by TSA.
We missed our flight by 2 minutes, and sat there in the airport for six hours for the next flight.
Now all of a sudden, she thinks it’s a good idea we get to the airport 1-2 hours ahead of time.
I am not willing to go that far. Missing a plane would cause me a cardiac arrest or a stroke or both.
We made this arrangement: She can decide everything when we get to a place. I decide how we reach that place.
This way she can do her beloved planning for holidays and trips while I don’t stress myself into an early grave.
Ah, I see your girlfriend plans like me! I don’t have a partner to offload the planning to, so that’s how I feel on every trip I make, lol. On my last trip I went to the wrong airport! (I still made my flight after taking an Uber to the correct airport, somehow.)
You made it. So calm down.
That sounds just like my ex. I remember our last flight together.
Flight takes off at 14:00? No problem, it takes 30 minutes to get to the airport and we have to check our bags in at least 45 minutes in advance, plus “undefined overhead”, so we’ll leave at 12:15.
What then happened is 12:00 hits. Nothing is planned in advance, so we call around to get a cab. Oh, none are available for 25 minutes? Shit. Cab shows up at 12:30. Late but still good. We arrive at the airport at 13:00, thankfully without traffic. We wait in line twenty minutes to check our baggage, five minutes late but they still take it. We hit security at 13:30, but luckily the line moves fairly quickly and we get through at 13:45. We run to our gate while the airline calls for us over the PA system, arriving at 13:55, just before they close the doors. We only made it because the flight was slightly delayed.
She couldn’t understand why this wasn’t good for me. We still made it, right? Yep. And that’s one of the many reasons she’s my ex.