Warp 9.......Engage.

Sometimes I think, if it weren't for bad luck, I 'd have no luck at all.  I seem to have a little bad luck when I travel back to Far From Home.  In the past I have been delayed in landing due to weather and cancelled flights due to weather.  This time time was no exception, however I did arrive but almost didn't.

This time to make my connection to my final destination I had to fly to Montreal, to catch the flight I would normally catch in Ottawa.  Apparently there were no flights from Toronto to Ottawa, if you're like me, you'd ask, "How is it possible to have no flights from Toronto to Ottawa, when they normally have 20 or more a day"?  A fair question to be sure but nonetheless it happened. 

 As a result of having to fly to Montreal to catch my connection (the originating city of the flight) I had to move my normal travel plans up by an hour.  So instead of having my limo driver coming to pick me up at 6:00 AM (the norm), I requested that I be picked up 5:00 AM for my 7:00 AM flight to Montreal.  I receive a confirmation email that my pick up and drop times are noted.

So not so bright and early Sunday morning, I await the limo.  Most times my driver,

I dub thee Mangit.

arrives early, other times he arrives right on time.  For me at least, he has never been late.  That is until yesterday.  The time is 5:05 AM, Mangit is nowhere to be seen.  I call him and unfortunately I wake him up.  What I had feared has happened.  When he received my email for pickup/drop off times, Mangit didn't fully read the email.  He assumed (and you know what they say about that) that I was to be picked up at 6:00 AM.

Mangit is appropriately upset and shocked.  He says if I can wait he will be at my place in twenty-five minutes to which I reply, "As long as you can make it here by 5:45 AM".  At 5:35 AM Mangit is rocketing up my street.  I quickly load my baggage and we're off.

Mangit is a limo driver in a large urban area, and as such drives at extreme high rates of speed on a normal day.  Sunday morning he was like the Winston Wolf character in Pulp Fiction.  He drove really fucking fast.  We we're at the airport by 6:15 AM.  Mangit's speedometer is measured in miles per hour, he was doing over 90 mph!! 

That trip was just a bit intense and a little surreal.  I say surreal because just moments before the 5:00 AM arrival I chanced to smoke a small bowl of the current stash I have for home (a mixture of high octane “coma inducing weed” and a potent long lasting mellow weed ) and was actually quite high when I got into the limo (a large black Chevy Suburban).  That's probably why I wasn't freaking out, too stoned to care.