I Woke Up 329 by M.P. Arsent
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Next morning, right at 6 am the phone rang.
"Good morning sir, this is your 6 am wake-up call."
So, I was up and jumped into the shower real quick, and then I let Pete get to it.
After I got dressed I made the once around of the room to make sure everything was packed. By that time Pete was out and dressed and it was down to the coffee shop for breakfast.
We finished our breakfast and were ready to leave by 7:30. It was down to the main desk and the bill signed and out to the taxi stand and on our way to the airport. It was a good thing I had allowed the extra time as traffic seemed to be in one hell of a snarl.
We got to the airport just a little later than I had planned but still with plenty of time to make the flight. Security let us through, once I powered up my laptop, and it was on to our gate, and being checked in and waiting for the plane to arrive and be boarded.
We had been sitting there for a bit when an announcement was made.
"Would passengers MacPherson, Anderson, Sawyer, and Pershing please report to the check-in counter?"
"Why don't I like the sound of this?"
Pete and I got there at the same time as the other two.
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to tell you that this flight has been overbooked. Yours were the last reservations to be made so I'm afraid you will have to be bumped from this flight."
One of the other guys got very indignant about the whole thing, and I have to admit that I was a little pissed as well, but it wasn't this young lady's fault.
"When is the next available flight?"
"This afternoon at 2:10."
"Is there space available on that flight for 2?"
"There is."
"Please book me and Mr Pershing on that flight."
She did all of the required paperwork and handed us our new tickets and boarding passes for the flight.
The indignant guy was still running his mouth about how important he was and how he needed to get on the flight.
Pete and I just walked away.
"That moron is going to be lucky to get where he is headed this weekend I'll wager."
"No bet Den."
"We'd better make our calls."
I dialed Karl.
"Shouldn't you be almost ready to board?"
"Change of plan. They overbooked the flight. We'll be on the next one that leaves here at 2:10. It's got a stop somewhere along the way so we won't be in until later. Don't bother waiting supper for me, but I should be home before bedtime."
"Damn, you've had shit luck this trip."
"I've heard of worse lover. Pete and I are going to go try and score some lunch. I'll see you when I see you. Love you."
"Love you more."
This being Chicago, we found a place and got ourselves a deep-dish pizza.
We eventually made our way back to the gate, checked in, and made sure everything was in order.
We finally boarded the plane and found we had been upgraded to first-class seats.
I was a bit surprised that we were treated just like any other first-class passenger, as opposed to somebody who had been upgraded. I did notice the loudmouth boarded after we did and watched him make his way to the rear of the plane.
Pete and I settled in and soon we were airborne. We were offered champagne but opted for a soft drink instead. Our snack was served before we made our stopover. We were on the ground for the better part of an hour when an announcement was made.
"Ladies and gentlemen we'll be on the ground for an undetermined amount of time. There has been an accident at our final destination and currently, the runways are closed. The only information we have at this time is that it was a private flight and they hope to have the runways open within the next hour. We apologize for the inconvenience."
"We're never getting home."
"We will eventually Pete. Just relax."
From where I was sitting I could see that they were bringing additional supplies aboard, and we were soon presented with the option of several different types of sandwiches. Pete and I both ended up taking roast beef.
About an hour later I saw the flight attendants start to button up the plane.
"Looks like we'll be on our way shortly."
We heard the engines come to life and the click of the PA system.
"Ladies and gentlemen please put your seats and tray tables in the full upright position and make sure your seatbelts are fastened. We've been cleared for pushback and shall be on our way shortly. We thank you for your patience during this delay."
"From now on Den, you travel on your own."
"Can't say as I blame you, Pete."
Once again we were soon airborne and in due course we landed at home. I tried to see what might have happened that they had to close the runways, but by this time it was too dark to see anything.
You'd think that our troubles would have been over at that point. We got ourselves down to baggage claim and when everything had been offloaded from the plane my bags weren't there.
Turns out my bags made it onto the first plane. So it was over to the unclaimed baggage area and sorting through everything that was there until we found my bags.
A shuttle out to long-term parking and we were on our way home. I dropped Pete off and made my way back to the house.
"About damn time!"
"Hey, at least I'm home. Pete refuses to travel with me anymore."
"Can't say as I blame him after this trip. So do you think you'll be hearing from these guys?"
"I'm sure I'll be hearing from them, whether or not they'll have something good to say is another question."
"Did you guys get any supper?"
"Not really, but I'm not hungry, except for you."
After which we went straight to the bedroom and settled in for the night.
Sunday morning it was up and out for our regular jogging.
"Missed you the last couple of days Den."
"What can I say, even I still have to take care of business, Aaron."
"And how did that go?"
"I think I impressed them, but I have to wait to hear."
"How long?"
"I'm thinking by the end of the week. That should still give me a couple of days to get a bid in on the building before we have to head out to school."
"And if they don't come through?"
"My choices are to either give it up, sell everything I own, or try to pull together a group of investors. Options none of which really appeal to me."
"Well then, here's hoping."
By this time we were down to the track and making our laps. Dana Pembrose rolled by on his morning patrol and gave us a wave.
Soon enough Karl and I were back to the house, showered, changed, and over to his house for breakfast with the family.
I once again had to recount just how the whole thing went. I knew I was going to have to go through this whole thing at least once more tomorrow at the office.
Karl and I went back over to our house and just plain kicked back for the whole day.
Monday morning we awoke to rumbles of thunder, which in and of itself should have been a warning to me. It wasn't raining yet, so we were up and out with the guys.
"Looks like it is going to end up being a miserable day."
"It does that Roland. No outdoor parties today I hope."
"Not on my calendar at least."
We got our jogging done before any rain fell on us, but by the time I was ready to roll out to work it was coming down.
Once I got to the office, I did have to go through the whole trip for Stan as I thought I would. We finally got down to work. This afternoon got pretty busy, so I jumped on a desk and executed a few trades for clients.
When I had a few seconds, I tried to see what had caused the heavy interest today. I didn't see anything I could point to.
"Angelo?"
"I haven't spotted anything myself."
"So just one of those things?"
"More than likely."
Things eventually quieted down and I made my way back to my office.
Along about 4 Stan made his way to my office and didn't look happy.
"What now?"
"Shots have been fired."
Sorry I didn't make it home for last week guys. Circumstances required that I stayed in Maine longer than I intended.