Arrived at the Queenston/Lewiston border at 2:30pm. Had decided to go that route because it is historically the quickest. Get pulled into secondary.
An hour later, after watching everyone who had been there before me, and everyone who had come after me, get processed through, I approached an officer and told him I was concerned I was going to miss my flight. He was very miffed that I was interrupting him but went over to look for our documents. They hadn't even been pulled from the vacuum tube!!! He pulled them out and put them in the cubby and mentioned to an officer that I had a plane to catch. Then he came back and yelled at me for not allowing myself enough time at the border.
Half an hour later the officer grabs our documents, stamps the AP and the passport, and sends us on our way.... 2 minutes maximum time to process. It is now 4:00pm and highly doubtful I will make my flight. I tell my Dad not to worry about getting me to the airport on time as we race down the highway. We come to a dead stop. There is an accident up ahead. (Of course there is.)
Finally make it to the airport 15 minutes before my flight leaves. The guy at curbside check-in tells me I'm too late and to go inside. A Porter grabs my bags and jokingly asks me if I think I'm the President. I explain I was detained at the border. He then proceeds to explain to me that I always need to make sure I allow enough time to make my flight. That was it. I held up my hands and said "The last thing I need right now is another lecture." End of conversation.
The Porter apologizes and whisks me in front of the crowd waiting to check into the next flight. He gets the attention of an agent and has her book me onto a flight to Baltimore, with a connecting flight to Orlando. It was the last seat. I gave him a good tip and proceeded through security.
Upon landing in Baltimore, I learn my connecting flight has been delayed. I have a 5 hour wait. Oh. Did I mention that I had picked up a cold in Ontario? By the time we took off from Baltimore my cold had progressed to severe chest pain whenever I coughed or sneezed. I felt miserable. We landed in Orlando only to discover that the jetway was broken and we couldn't get off the plane. We were towed to another jetway.
Six hours after I would have initially landed had I not missed my original flight, I was in the car and on my way home. Until we were pulled over by the cops. They were looking for a Nissan with a drunk driver. Wrong car; mistaken identity. "Sorry about that. Have a good night." *pats the car*
It's good to be home.
