Not too long ago, I had a connecting flight from Charlotte to San Fran. The layover was 30 minutes, and to add to the misery the inbound flight from Newark was exactly 30 minutes delayed.
Upon landing, I rushed to the first available ground attendant who declared that the gate was closed. I pleaded and implored, and the lady took pity on me. The only condition was I had to make it to the gate in 5 minutes.
I was in terminal B and my connecting flight was from the D terminal – about half a mile away. I sprinted like Usain Bolt and after a good 100 meters, I started panting. I pushed myself changing between dashing and sauntering. After another 200 meters, I was gasping for life. I somehow made it to the plane, half dead. Not sure if my checked baggage showed the same courage.
I finished a movie…
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I guess when you start working, there are different priorities that come along, so that’s why, college life is really something nice to reminisce, even I also see the difference on a cooperate world compared with the Uni world.
You are so right Graci. This happened to me about 5 years ago. Since then I have consciously worked towards giving personal life a priority. Thank you for commenting
That’s good to know Shantanu.. I am sure you are on your right track.. btw, I think I read one of your post before but I failed to comment, I think it’s a post relating how you become so dedicated to your work.. that’s really nicw to know..
Thank you Graci. Yes, it is one of my old post. Maybe I will reblog sometime. Thank you for reading and providing such beautiful comment.
You are welcome Shantanu 😄