All is well that ends well - Part Two
* This is the second installment of the God-knows-how-many-part series, so those who haven't read Part One are advised to go back and read Part One first. Thank you!
(Continued from Part One)
The clock was ticking, time was pressing, and finally at 6:47, I decided to change my flight to the one that departs 15 minutes later than my original flight.
Once again, I grabbed the airline agent and sought her assistance on what I should do.
She told me to dash to Terminal 1 using the connecting path that runs beside the Keikyu Line station.
"I figure, at this point, it would be quicker than using the shuttle bus."
So I took off for Terminal One, literally dragging my heavy suitcase half-running, half-power walking without caring how frantic I might look to others.
My memory is a bit cloudy, but I believe it was sometime between 5 to 8 minutes past 7 am when I got to Terminal 1. With less than 15 minutes left till the departure time, I gathered it was next to impossible that the airline agent would allow me to board my original flight but I couldn't help looking around for the Starflyer check-in counter for the last attempt.
Which, needless to say, I failed to spot. The terminal was just way too big and I didn't have my glasses on - I couldn't see things clearly.
I quickly scrapped the idea of getting on my original flight and dashed to the Japan Airlines counter. More than 20 minutes left on the clock. I thought I would make it just in the nick of time.
Little did I know I was wrong. The wait at the check-in counter turned out deceptively longer than I had initially thought, and although some airline agents were asking if there were any passengers whose flight would depart within the next 30 minutes (to which I of course vigorously raised my hand), the agent told me to wait until my turn comes and the other passengers took their sweet time purchasing their ticket or doing whatever. Again, with every second slipping away, I couldn't help shuffling my feet and feeling sweats running down my back. TIME WAS RUNNING OUT.
Please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeaaaaseeeee!!! I'm in an awful rush!
When my turn finally came, I filled the agent in on the situation I had been going through and that I would like to change my flight. And she said:
"We are terribly sorry ma'am, but the check-in for that flight you requested was already closed."
(To be continued)
