Airport Diaries - Part 2

November 2016 - this is the same year as my last post and my sister was still in Oxford (I honestly think that UK has some kind of beef against me because I haven’t had the best experiences in that country). This time I was going to visit her for 4 days to attend her MSc Convocation ceremony. It was a 9 a.m. flight from Toronto and I took the bus to the airport as Uber from Scarborough to Kipling can be quite a dent in the pocket. I arrived at the airport an hour before the flight and it was extremely crowded. I spoke to an Air Canada agent to ask them which way I should be headed and she told me I could not board the flight anymore. Again, the first thought in my mind this time: “my father and sister are going to kill me!”

I tried to understand the reason because the flight clearly hadn’t left but I am guessing they thought I would not make it through security on time. The woman directed me to another booth where I had to discuss my options. There was no way I could pay for a second flight and it did not make sense that I would have to. The gentleman at the booth told me the next flight to London was at 8 p.m. – all other flights for the day were fully booked. London is 5 hours ahead of Toronto, flying there would take me approximately 8 hours and my sister’s ceremony was the next morning. He mentioned I would not have to pay anything for the flight (which I still wonder why and how) so I obviously said yes.

I waited at the Toronto Pearson airport for the entire day, frustrated, nervous, and bored. I took out my laptop to watch a movie when I found out the corner of my laptop screen cracked. My backpack fell from one of the stools while I was frantically figuring out how to get myself to London on time and that’s when it happened.

I don’t want to bore you any further with the series of tragic events that took place and made me cry 3 (maybe 5? ) times at the airport that day so please let's get to the end. My sister couldn't pick me up but I was fine taking an Uber by myself to reach Oxford from London. I was able to make it to the ceremony alive, awake, and even well-dressed. Changing for the event at the Heathrow airport's ladies' room was not fun though. I like being in comfy hoodies and pants at airports instead of a dress with fishnet leggings so never doing that again.