I went to the ticket counter of the airline I just gave my right arm to to check in and get my boarding pass. There, I learned the flight was just delayed, now scheduled to leave at midnight.
Because I’m cursed, clearly, the flight didn’t actually leave until 12:23 a.m. When it finally landed, I pushed my way off and ran down the ramp as best I could with my carry-on in tow, only to reach the gate 2 minutes after my plane left.
They had already booked me on the next flight, which left at 8:56 a.m. I sat and waited as its scheduled boarding time of 8:19 came and went. Finally, about 8:30 a.m., the gate attendant announced there was “unscheduled maintenance problem” and boarding was being delayed.
Of course it is.
Fifteen minutes or so later, she said the repair was taking longer than expected and that boarding would happen as soon as possible. I, however, was pretty sure this plane would not leave the airport — because I’m cursed.
Much to my surprise, we did board eventually and I was finally headed home.
After going on a wild goose chase at O’Hare to find my luggage that arrived 24 hours before I did, I caught the terminal tram to catch the shuttle bus to get to the parking lot. (Isn’t travel fun?)
When I approached the shuttle, the driver was standing outside its door waiting for a passenger. When he took his seat, he reached to put on his seat belt. Little did he know there was a cursed person sitting right behind him.
As he attempted to clasp the belt buckle, it busted into two pieces that shot in different directions. I told him my curse broke his seat belt, explaining the long travel days I’ve had.