I could kick myself! This is the most important day of my career and I end up missing my flight to Houston. Over a year spent on the project and now it might all have been for nothing. Head office wasn’t pleased, but made room for a meeting in the afternoon. I was able to schedule a later flight, so not all is lost. Maybe?
I’ve been too restless to sit so I pace the floor like some animal in a zoo. The TV in one of the restaurants catches my attention. A local broadcast about a plane crash. I can’t hear the report and wander into the restaurant. The audio is clear now.
“The flight originated in Calgary and was destined for Houston when it went down south of Denver.”
I let go of my bag and let it fall to the floor as a muffled chorus of indistinguishable sound surrounds me.
That was my flight.
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