BRAGHHAHHAHAA: and why food is the answer

Food. It's a marvelous thing. I was very hungry when these events happened, so keep that in mind.

I missed my connecting flight. Not because the plane was late. Or because it was a confusing airport.

It's because I CAN'T DO 24 HOUR TIME.

The ticket said "13:55" was the time you were on the flight. Okay. Sure. That's...after noon. 1? Alright. So I looked at my ticket (however briefly) and saw that it said "1448". I looked at the departure times and saw that well, hey, 1448 wasn't leaving until 15:35, so it must have been delayed. Cool. I putzed around and explored the HATED Heathrow. I get to my gate, and him my ticket, and he says "this isn't right."

"What?" I ask, bewilderedly.

"This flight left at 1:55. You missed it."

And he points at the number of the flight. 1446. That's a 6.

WAUGHHHH

So after a lot of feeling sorry for myself and writing a bunch of cursewords in my journal, I eventually get to Edinburgh. I realize now understanding James McAvoy is much different from understanding the cab driver.

"So ove tha i a CAAAAHastle! Ho' lung 'er yoo ere fur? Scotland e berrger doon"

"...yes"

But then I get here! Where I'm lonely and introspective for a while, but then my lovely roommate comes and we go out for lovely drinks an have a lot of fun discussing various things about THe Last Airbender fail and Animorphs.

Tomorrow, we explore!