Where’s Kevin?

Kevin’s not at home, where he belongs. Kevin’s not at work, and he’s not in France where he was this morning. Where’s Kevin? Kevin’s in Frankfurt, Germany!!! Why? Why? Well, because the plane was over an hour late leaving Nice this morning, which means that Kevin missed his plane to Dulles.

Enough with the third person… I’m tired. I’m sore, because I’m an idiot and thought I could run to catch my other plane (little did I know that I had to catch a train, get my passport and bag checked, and run some more – all in 5 minutes). Didn’t happen. Didn’t make the plane. The guy at the gate when I walked up had a very funny look on his face. Ok, I didn’t walk. I kind of stumbled and ambled up.

I’m in a little room, in a gigantic hotel, listening to Late Edition while I use up my one hour of pre-paid it-ner-net. Then, it’s downstairs to dinner – maybe I’ll have something German.

OK, off I go… thanks a ton, Lufthansa.

2 thoughts on “Where’s Kevin?”

  1. Doh! I was afraid of the same thing happening to me, thus the reason why I left for Paris the night before my flight back to the U.S. No wonder why I haven’t been able to IM you yet today! 🙂
    Hope you make it back soon, safely.

  2. Hope you make it home safely! Did you try the Weinerschnitzel? Is that spelled right or even close? Thanks for the bad travel experience anecdote, by the way…suddenly I’m not so bitter and jealous.

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