I was flying from Denver to ATL. For 2 days, I hung out at an old bar with 2 guys – the owner and some other dude. I had stopped by there the day before my flight and hung out with them. We played cards (with an old deck that had scripture on the back of the cards). The stakes were minimal. They guys were friendly enough. The owner said that he followed Jesus. I was amazed at how much they drank all day.
But, I liked them and stopped by on the way to the airport to say hello. I was just going to stay for a second. We started playing cards again, and my “knower” went off that I was running late. It was noon. My flight was at 2pm. I left in a hurry.
I was doing the math to get on the plane. I had to drop off the rental, go through security, etc. The bar was just a few minutes away from the airport. 6 miles, I was told.
At the airport, I saw how many people there were. Urgency crept up. I tried getting through as fast as I could. I ended up upstairs somewhere looking down at where I needed to be. I was trapped in this concession area and even thought about climbing over the walls to slide down to the floor below where security was, but I went to the escalator instead. It was packed. And, everyone around it had on lime green or yellow tags like the ones that you put on suitcases. They were wearing them. I didnt have one.
Again, I was doing the math to figure out how much time I needed to get to the flight. I wished that I had taken my bag straight through to the gate. I also wished that I had checked in online before now. I didnt have my boarding pass.
I woke up.