Do you remember the book 'Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'? If you don't it's basically about this poor little boy who has EVERYTHING go wrong from the minute he, literally, falls out of bed. I did this speech in grade school. That's right, I was part of the Bellarmine Speech League growing up. It was cool to be part of the Speech Team. You had to audition and stuff. I even won a gold ribbon for this one- which means perfect. Not as cool as Julie & Amy's duet speech that got them a trophy but, no really, I AM over that. Anyways, I digress. If you want to learn more about another unique thing to the STL, here's the link: Awesome Things To Do When You Are Under 13 and in Catholic School in STL
We finally land at DSM, I get my bag and walk to my car, put my stuff in the back and put the fab in to start it. It doesn't start. Dead battery. Awesome, I call Tim and ask him to come get me. Now there is ZERO juice so I can't even get the power lock on the hatch open to get my luggage out. I start to laugh at this point because what else can I do? It's 11 PM at night and my luggage is stuck in the car. I set my phone on the hood, proceed to crawl through to the back seat, pull down the seats and shove my bags out the backseat doors. I then head back to the terminal because it's dark and cold and creepy in the garage. I get to the elevator and reach in my pocket for my phone. Not there. Crap. I quickly realize that it's likely still on the hood of my car. Awesome, so I RUN back to my parking space and retrieve it and then plant myself in a seat in the terminal until Tim gets there. I'm not risking anything else going wrong.
I get home, go to bed and all is right with the world. Until the next morning when my DMC calls because they can't find my client to take him to the airport. Then they call back and say that he told the driver he would just take a taxi. Okay. Except then he calls me and says he can't find the driver. Huh?? After some texts and phone calls it turns out the hotel took someone they 'thought' was my client to the driver who then released him, and not very nicely at that. How rude! Except at that point it was just par for the course and FINALLY the end to my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Meeting.