Not A Waitress Anymore (Part 4,573,574)

So I love last-minute travel, and I love my job, but it feels completely bizarre to me to be flying to another city for a meeting. And flight was delayed so long that I had to go straight from the airport to the presentation.

I want to say that I leapt off the plane, jumped into a taxi and told the driver my address and asked him to step on it, but actually, I stumbled around the airport, stiff-legged and bleary-eyed, looking for an exit to a taxi stand.

I was hungry and uncaffeinated, and kicking myself for thinking a two-hour flight would really be two hours.  I was not, of course, wearing my carefully coordinated hot-yet-smart outfit*, but a t-shirt and jeans best suited for airport reading. (Full disclosure requires me to tell you that the carefully planned outfit was, well, a slightly different jeans and t-shirt ensemble.) My phone’s been getting worse and worse at holding a charge, so I half-wondered if I’d be able to get the address or read my presentation, or make desperate calls for help before it entirely died.

The taxi driver asked me what brought me to town, so I told him.

“My boss sent me to this thing,” I said, “where I’m going to play the MMO I’m working on and talk about the future of women and gaming. And try to get a bazillion dollars.”

And then I laughed.