the tall blond guy goes to japanthe tall blond guy goes to japan
My flight has been cancelled.
In order to from Vancouver to Tokyo, I must first go through Calgary. For those of you with knowledge of Canadian geography, this may seem a little odd. Vancouver is on the west coast, about 3 hours north of Seattle. Calgary is inland. East. Tokyo is across the ocean from Vancouver. West. But, according to Canadian Airlines International, their daily flights from Vancouver to Tokyo are full. Therefore, I must travel via Calgary, one of the most boring airports in the world.
I stopped there once, on my way back from Toronto. I had a choice of staying on board the airplane or walking around the airport a bit. I chose to walk. After 10 minutes of wandering, not finding anything, I decided that the cramped confines of the airplane were infinitely more intersesting.
My flight has been cancelled.
On the way to Vancouver airport, my friend Cary joked that the last person who he took to the airport has her flight cancelled. Ha-ha, we laughed.
Ha-ha, indeed.
[the lights dim, dramatic drum music plays softly in the background]
After a relaxing breakfast at the airport, Cary and I go our seperate ways. I wander over to the gate in time to catch the boarding call - and the word "Cancelled" caught my eye. Oh-oh.
After watching the inept-but-friendly staff try to figure out their computers, I finally managed to get their attention by setting myself on fire and twitching a lot (no, no, only kidding). They put me on a later flight, and now I'll have to sprint through Calgary airport in order to reach my Tokyo connecting flight. Oh well. I never really liked that airport anyway.