tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18472575.post5263965500935807754..comments2023-09-08T03:04:49.781-07:00Comments on bLog-oMotives: Jeff Fisher has a real "identity crisis!" in ChicagoJeff Fisher LogoMotiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482311111316240290noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18472575.post-47715846109929214692008-09-02T11:41:00.000-07:002008-09-02T11:41:00.000-07:00While I didn't have an identity crisis leaving the...While I didn't have an identity crisis leaving the conference on Friday afternoon, I had major TICK TOCK moments on the airport shuttle ride from hell!<BR/><BR/>I left myself over 2 hours to get to Midway airport for a 6:30PM flight. The shuttle was late but, hey, I still had plenty of time, right? The shuttle finally arrived with one other woman aboard, and, after some delay, off we set to just one other hotel for a pickup. <BR/><BR/>I don't know Chicago either, so we're driving and driving...and driving. The driver is muttering to herself- something about always getting messed up finding this particular hotel, and I start to get a little knot of apprehension in my stomach. 30 minutes of driving later, I look up and...we are right back in front of the Hyatt Regency again! My knot is getting bigger, and the other woman on the van is starting to get visibly agitated.<BR/><BR/>The van driver is reassuring her and me that as soon as she gets to this hard-to-find hotel (which turns out to be directly over the bridge 2 blocks- about 5 minutes tops away from the Hyatt!) it will be smooth sailing to Midway and we will make our flights no problem.<BR/><BR/>Instead, we sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway, as the time passes for the other woman's flight to have taken off, at which point she is crying because it was the last flight of the day she could take to her destination. Between crying she is on her phone calling the van company, her airline and having a (justifiable) meltdown with them all. All the van driver repeats at this point, like a mantra, is "I done the best I could...I done the best I could." Meanwhile, oblivious to the drama in the front of the van, the gaggle of giggling girls picked up from the H-T-F hotel compare notes on their drunken exploits the night before. And I am in the middle with my steadily-growing knot.<BR/><BR/>I don't know what eventually happened with the unfortunate woman who missed her flight...exactly 2 hours after the van picked me up at the Hyatt to go 10 miles to the airport, I jumped from the van at Midway, grabbed my bags and sprinted thru security and to my gate, where I just made boarding. <BR/><BR/>I shoulda taken the train...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18472575.post-8362116195880744822008-09-02T07:18:00.000-07:002008-09-02T07:18:00.000-07:00I need a drink just reading this.I need a drink just reading this.Halftone Dothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12410033482018704727noreply@blogger.com