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How I got to NY.

It started like any other trip I did recently between the continents. Five hours before I should have left my house I started to do the packing dance for those who haven’t had the questionable pleasure of living with me let me explain. I pack with a method a plan in mind and thus I know what I want in my bag days before it is due. But five hours before I crash the night and being the confident guy that I happen to be I pack a little about 40 to 80% and at that point start cleaning. Rearranging my stuff making the bed figuring out what I want to wear and so forth. This process is usually accompanied by a silly dance to some weird song and if you can imagine a White guy do a RnB vixen moves I am quite sure you know what it might look like.

I left late picture of the look is attached I’m planing to attach it. Insert pic and a smily face. I got to the airport about eight forty maybe little later. Checked in got my bag taken. Security scrutiny lines very short and easy on the eyes.

Cute blond guard. I swear a girl in shape uniform with a gun and an I will tackle you attitude is sexy and very pleasant to smile at. This will become apparent later. Were was I ah yes I got through no problems. Fast clean just the way I like it in public places. I got to my gate. Twenty six. Set sown abused free interwebs access it was cool.

A girl joined me light accent eastern maybe. We talked laughter. My plane is getting delayed this isn’t great my transfer in Copenhagen was measured to be only forty five minutes long a delay yeah sucks. To bad we joked little more I even dared to notice that if she misses her flight because of me an angry female voice over the speaker might be calling her out for it. Forty seconds later I get to hear my name the voice however sounds concerned and is very pleasant. I wouldn’t mind getting a recording of it for my phones mailbox greeting.

First tango.
Because the flight is getting delayed by serious amour the connection no longer seems feisable and if I fly to Copenhagen I might never leave. On the other hand of I haven’t answered the call and how I could have not I would have been stuck till in Warsaw for another day. All the super cute girls left town as far as I know no reason to stay.

I get a personal guide to help me recover my bag he went to the same school I am going to and for the same major now that is a coincident. Cool beans I get to go through doors no mortal is ever let through my day is getting better by the minute I love when things like this happen to me. I get to get another ticket apparently because of all the delays Warsaw in heavy fog discharges in the air and some other stuff the only speedy way for me to get to NY is the take a flight to Chicago followed by a flight to Newark. Cool I like flying.

Another securerity check the blond sends a smile she comments on me coming again. I get to go to another gate twenty this time. Flights going to USA have another passport check in place at that passport check we fins out that the new ticket is made out to Kamill Nowacki ups.

DENAID!

Have to exit the airport and reenter to get a new ticket people start to know me by name. Got a ticket same flight apparently the miss naming came indepedently of getting the right seat on the right flight. Another security check little more X-ray. This time the blond waits on the other side of the metal detector. Lines as shorter. I should have kept my keys in my pocket. I suggest that next time she should bring a metal detector and I would bring a bottle of red wine and we could compare notes on safety. She says she can’t. Can’t won’t doesn’t want to no clue but it might have been an interesting day if she did and or hmmm secondary screaming in a room with no windows.

I get to smilingly joke with the passport control asking if I don’t look better as a Jan rather than a Kamill that doesn’t go unnoticed. I get to mu gate find couple interesting people. Flight delayed again.
Original should have been at ten past ten.
Chicago should have been at twelve it boards half past two leaves at three.

Feeding because of the delay was a sandwich and some good cranberry juice I’m satisfied. The seat is ok little claustrophobic for my taste but it’s k.

I pod touch my Mom had a brilliant idea! I just wished I would have packed the chargers to the carry on. So let’s sum up if we get to Chicago as early as they say it’s possible 17:05 local time I just might be at Newark just after 21:00 hours. I supposed to be the six hours earlier. Just as I get to be home before 25th crossing my fingers.

More to be written later I’m going get some juice and a nap. It’s 21:14 polish time.

It seems I might be delayed yet again. Landing prognosis quarter to six local time. I do have some connections so it shouldn’t be to terrible. An hour and three quarters left for now. I hate the last hours of the flight it seems pointless I should be already there end the agony of tight seats and dry air. 23:06 polish time 16:06 local.

Time of flight looks to be a out nine hours and forty minutes.

I got to get in no special trouble. Couple questions were why and for how long. And if my day couldn’t get any finer I got more ticket fun. First the ticket I was hoping for wasn’t recommended to me instead I was give a line up for a 19:20 flight out with UA. Great I thought met a customer service girl and exchange one of mu bracelets for one of hers. Hers is in jolly colours and jingles mine was orange shoe lace. UA does not operate this flight continental does. Very cool. I got to go to continental. Took a tram to a different side of the OHara airport.

There a cool lady she books me in on a flight that supposed to leave from B2 at 16somethig but since it is getting delayed it should board 19:37. I get to B2 and there is a flight boarding to Huston wow damn. I get to a dude he sends me to Mike. Mike is a no nonsense kind of guy, he books me on a 16:47 flight to Newark it is almost 19:10 mind you. That new flight is leaving yesterday so I jump on and become the second to last passengers to board it. It should land earlier than I have told my Mom it would but it’s ok I will/can just wait for my Dad in NJ. It’s nice to be finally on my way home. It’s 19:37 local time (2:37 polish time ) and I’m again up in the air. Getting little hungry somewhat tired and ready for shower and a hot meal.

Landed 4;11 polish time and about 22:11 local. As you probably guess that isn’t even close to the end of it. My out of Poland to out of Poland calls are as expensive as they can be and yet short and to the point isn’t working over them. Finally I zero down on my bag it will be coming on another flight the one to last I was suppose to be on. Cool lands quarter past eleven pm. I can wait or have it mailed to me. It’s 22:46 and I’m waiting for my Dad in baggage claim with no bag. All I want is a hot shower and some chocolate milk to go with it. And although this whole running around is educational I would be happy to end it.