We were in the airport and for some reason I waiting to lock my bag in an overnight locker until the last minute. I was looking at some home-made NY Giants t-shirts, sweatshirts, etc. at this stand in the terminal when I saw the team getting in line at the gate and I realized I had to check my bag into a locker. I sprinted down the terminal only stopping to ask airport staff where the nearest bank of lockers was; the first woman I spoke to simply pointed in the direction I had been running, so I asked another person a few gates down and he told me specifically it was at gate 134. was currently at gate 128. Luckily, the bag was not too heavy so I sprinted down there, and on my way I passed a group of extraordinarily hot guys. I smiled at them as I ran past and I somehow in my dream-state knew that they had smiled back although I didn't actually see it.
When I got to the bank of lockers, I realized I'd left m $20 bill in my purse, which one of my coworkers was holding for me, so I had to sprint back to our gate, which was around 126 or so. I grabbed my purse and was about to run back when I realized that they were boarding the plane. I told her that I was just running to gate 134 and that I would be back so hold the plane. She told me that our athletic trainer, who was just with us in the airport, had left to go on a vacation with his friends instead, so everyone was already upset so I'd better not miss our plane.
I sprinted back past the hot guy again and thought, "On my way back, I should just leave them with my cell phone number." As I got to the lockers, I slowed down because there was a line, but then I realized it was just people standing in the way. I stuck my $20 bill into the change machine and it spat out gold dollars. I went over to the bank of lockers behind the change machine and to the right, and stuffed by bag into a locker as I fed the coins into the machine. It cost five dollars; the machine took the first gold dollar fine, but then it wouldn't take any after that, so I had to finagle the coins into the machine. in order to get it to accept them. I had to roll the coin in a little bit then I had to push it in further because the mechanism that brought the coins in just wasn't working. Finally I was able to get the full five dollars into the machine and the locker above the one that I'd stuffed by bag into popped open. I switched my bag into the open locker, locked it, yanked the orange key out of the lock, and took off for my gate. At that point it was 5:45 on my watch (including it being set five minutes fast) and the flight had been scheduled to take off at 5:31 p.m.
As I approached where the hot guys had been, I noticed with disappointment that they were gone. Just as I was running through the food court, which was in the middle of gates 134 and 128, I ran into Jonah, who I haven't seen since graduating college. "What the hell!" I exclaimed, as I threw my arms around him. He was just as surprised to see me; apparently he and his friends were on their way to Pebble Beach but their layover from Chicago was in San Antonio. I apologized because I had to make my flight and told him I would call him immediately and we'd definitely have to hang out soon.
I took off running again - there is a gap of memory here - and all of a sudden I was stepping onto the plane with my purse, just making the flight before they slammed the door behind me. I hustled back to my seat, which was a middle seat three rows from the back. I climbed over the large woman in the coral-colored blouse to get to my seat on the right side of the plane, and only then noticed that there was a single empty seat in the last row on the left. I was about to climb back over the woman when someone called my name. It was one of my coworkers and she gave me a thumbs up that I had made it in time.
