This morning I got up at 4:45 for a 7:50 flight from JFK to Burbank.
I decided to take the subway to the other subway to the AirTrain.

I arrived at the terminal 25 minutes before takeoff. The gentleman at the counter called the gate and learned that the door to the plane was already closed. I'd have to wait until the next flight at 1:35pm. Choices: pay $100 for a guaranteed seat or risk it and do standby. I chose standby.
Too early to go to the gate, though. I was told I'd have to wait until 10:30am.
I could have raised a stink, maybe. But that's not the kind of thing I like to spend my energy on. LA will still be there this afternoon. I'm not on a tight schedule.
I did call the 800 number, though, to ask if there were any roundabout routes that might land me there sooner. No luck, but the woman on the phone was very nice.
In fact, all the JetBlue employees I encountered were great. My first flight on JetBlue ever! I think. Maybe once to Burlington, VT years ago?
Sat at a table, twiddled thumbs, people-watched, twittered, played with photos, received phone call from Rick in Cali who should have been sleeping, drank Dunkin Donuts coffee and ate a gazillion calorie muffin.
Then my friend/old co-worker Francine told me that in the terminal there is an Oasis Day Spa. I went to the ticket counter to check my bag and see if I could find this spa.
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I told the guy at the ticket counter that I was flying standby.
Him: The flight is pretty full. You might not get a seat if it fills up. I just have to tell you the rules.
Me: Okay.
(He looks at my info in the computer.)
Him: You missed your flight?
Me: Yes.
Him: When did you get here?
Me: About 25 minutes before it took off.
(He gives me a sympathetic look.)
Him: You probably got up really early for that too. Did you take the subway to get here?
Me: Yes.
Him: Yeah. Never take the subway.
(We smile at each other.)
Me: How many more flights are there to Burbank today?
Him: Three. But don't worry. You'll get on this flight.
Me: Thank you.
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So things were looking up. Time to check out the spa.
They do just about everything there, it seems. I was hoping for a mani/pedi. But I just couldn't justify $25 for a manicure and $45 for a pedicure. Or even one of the two. I took a price list and briefly considered all the other possibilities.
Walked around to find a seat, thinking I probably wouldn't find an outlet to charge my stuff. And
knowing I wouldn't get free wifi.
But I found an outlet in a nice, quiet spot. And hooray for JetBlue's free wifi. I am probably the last to know!
It is now 11am. I can board in just two short hours. YAY!
Here I am, waiting:

Cross your fingers for me on the 1:35 flight!
My friend Bill just called me after seeing my Facebook status message. Re: the next flight he said "Don't f*@k this one up, Hilary."
:D