Jake, Tori and I jump in the car with the driver at 3:20 to head to the airport.￼ The GPS reads 5:22 as our ETA. “Perfect,” I say, “that’ll give us 45 minutes to check Jake’s golf clubs and get through security before boarding. Thank you TSA pre-check.￼”
As we are driving, though, the ETA keeps creeping up. “Looks like you’ll have to hustle when we get there,” says the driver as the ETA reaches 5:45 and my anxiety goes up a notch.
20 minutes later and I check the ETA again. We’ll arrive at the airport with 7 minutes to check Jake’s golf clubs and get through security before boarding starts. This driver needs to get aggressive I think as my anxiety goes up even more.￼
Eventually we arrive at the airport and sprint from the car￼. Jake darts to check his golf￼ bag and we all race through the TSA pre-check line. As we get through security we start running to our gate…￼of course the furthest one from security.￼
We arrive at the gate with 15 minutes to spare until the doors close and out of breath. We all collapse in our seats…all middle seats, all 5 rows apart.
You would think our journey ends in there. But it doesn’t￼…