So I proudly refer to myself as the queen of missing flights. I have missed international flights on 2 occassions, 1 domestic flight, and *almost* missed a couple flights, both international and domestic. By almost I mean literally by the skin of my teeth. Part of it has to do with my inherent procrastinating self, and other times, it was my absent-minded self. Still other times, I was a victim of the system, so to say.
Missed flight # 1 was a flight from out of Europe, to the U.S. I was at a meeting and had way too much fun with this great bunch of people I met there. We spent our last evening at a beach, and it took me a while to tear myself away from them all and make my way to the airport. I had already checked in my luggage in the morning..but eventually reached the airport 5 mins after the flight had taken off. My bags made it , I didn't. :-( I got to stay back with my friends for an extra day :-) and made it on the next flight out of there, and didn't incur any fees, so that was overall nice.
Missed flight # 2 was within the US, en route to India. I was up all night long packing all of my room into boxes to store at a friend's house, since my roomie and I were supposed to be vacating the apartment soon after. Of course I underestimated how long it'd take me to pack up two years of my life in boxes, and I was still going strong when my friend came to pick me up to take me to the airport.
Missed flight #3 was within Europe, again going to a meeting, and had to change flights and airports at London. We hadn't accounted for weekend train timings, and got royally screwed as I rushed to that god-forsaken Luton Airport, out of breath, 5 mins before departure, and they refused to let me through the gates. I ended up buying a full price ticket on the next flight because I just had to be at the final destination that day.
On my way back from this trip above, one "almost" missed domestic flight happened when I was waiting in the wrong terminal in the U.S. for a connection to take me home. With more than two hours to spare for the flight,I was generally relaxed and feeling good that it was a rare ocassion that I was not all "rush rush" for catching a plane. So I merrily call my sister, chat with her..ya-di-ya. I hadn't changed the time back on my watch and was totally out of sorts about what time it was, and when my sister reminded me that I should've been boarding by then, realisation dawned. I pushed my way through and sprinted down to the correct terminal that was at the other end. Sure enough, they were just about closing gates, and the security woman gives me a dirty look (#$@#@@) while letting me board. I could not have afforded another missed flight at that point.
I've also run down streets, dragging luggage across, chasing and waving down buses and made a general spectacle of myself (all in foreign countries where nobody knew me, thankfully) in order to make it to a flight on time. After all this, I feel like quite a veteran. No wonder then, as I was driving a friend to the airport the other day, and we encountered huge traffic back-ups that were not budging, I remarked to him..."don't worry, I've missed flights". Yeah, that was surely comforting. He gave me this look, that went "I don't know why you feel so proud about that, and I don't know why you're telling me that, NOW!!". The poor guy made his flight, and I drove back thinking that I definitely had to brog (brag on blog) about this, nobody else would understand!