Time Zones

Jeff's team has traveled to Washington University in St. Louis. They got there yesterday afternoon and will play WashU tonight. WashU is currently ranked number 1 in the nation. On top of this, tonight is senior night which always brings out extra emotions and fans. To pile it on even further, WashU held an alumni event in which over 900 people were slated to attend. The atmosphere should be amazing. While one may think this environment could be overwhelming to the visiting team, I am banking on it being extra motivating!

The game can be watched live on the internet by clicking on this link: Case Western Reserve at WashU
Now, each Friday night, the men's games are played at 8:00 p.m. When talking to Jeff, he reminded me to take into consideration the time difference as St. Louis is a time zone over. I immediately knew that the game would be on at 7 p.m. rather than 8 p.m. Aren't I so smart? Wrong! Click that link right around 9:00 p.m. if you want to catch the men's game.

I know most people wouldn't need that information, but me, I do.  In fact, I've needed it before! One day, I'd say about a month ago now, maybe more, I was flying home from Cleveland. I had an indirect flight and had to fly to Chicago's Midway Airport first. Being, well, me, it did not even cross my mind that Chicago is in a different time zone.

My connecting flight to Albany was to take off at 10:00. When the male stewardess (do they have a different name?) got on the announcements to say we would be landing in 10 minutes. That equated to us arriving at the gate at approximately 9:55. Awesome! I was going to miss my flight. I knew Chicago Midway is fairly big, and it is never my luck for a connecting flight to be in close proximity. 

Sitting there in my seat, I began to think of how horrible it would be to miss my flight and have to sit in the airport for hours on end. When I travel, I want to get where I am going and be done with the whole travel process. So, as any in charge adult would do, I flagged down that same gentlemanly stewardess.

I told him my dilemna. My flight was to leave at 10:00! I would never make it! I asked him to call and have them hold my flight, like I am shi-poo of shi-poo's and they would actually hold a flight for my sake. While the man of all man stewardesses understood my concern, he assures me that I would make flight. I reiterated that it would be 9:55 and my flight was leaving at 10. The guy actually laughed at me. Can you imagine the nerve?? Then, he gently explained the fact that there was an hour time difference and the 10:00 on my ticket was really 11:00. So confusing, but I trusted the guy. He seemed as though he had dealt with this kind of thing before.

What he didn't need to do was go grab his little PA system phone and make a statement to the entire plane full of people. He told everyone to please remember that we are flying into Chicago. Which amazingly is in a completely different time zone than Cleveland. He wanted us all to take that into consideration when looking our connecting flights. He then proceeded to walk past me and tell me that I was the third person to comment on it. How was I supposed to know? I have never been further west than Cleveland! Time zones have never been an issue in my life!