Rational Thinking

I've decided I need someone else with me when I travel. For example, I was flying to Texas to visit a friend. My flight left at 6:30am, then I would change planes in Vegas at 6:55am, due to the time change. Needless to say I was very tired and fell right asleep nestled in between two nontalkers. ( You may know that when I sleep, I sleep. Loud noise doesn't bother me at all. In fact I think I sleep better, because I know other people are awake and I feel safer.) However, my sleep was disrupted by a jolt and I immediately woke up. I'm also not the most coherent person when I wake up, and so as I looked at my watch which read 7:45 I gasped in horror, thinking I had slept through the landing and was continuing on to Tucson. The man next to me had his finger on the flight attendant button, so I tried to calm down. After about five minutes of stress, I realized that the time had changed. Ha, ha. I had been pretty worried. However, the story does not end there. Flying back I arrived at the airport a little late. I unfortunately, was not prepared for the huge lines. Needless to say when I finally got to the sky cab agent I had only 10 minutes until my flight left. The man looked at me, told me to run, and wished me good luck. Needless to say I sprinted my best in flip flops (bad, very bad) cut through people in the security line and hightailed it to my gate, only to find a sign to go to the next gate. I did huffing, gave her my license and asked if I had made my flight. I love airline people. She just kept typing away at her computer, so I asked again. "Um, did I make the flight?" Type, type, type. Finally, she handed me my boarding pass and said, "Go, girl, go." I needed no more encouragement and I ran through the gate. I must say I was just grateful to be on my flight, I didn't mind that my luggage would be late. I sat down next to, once again the nontalkers, and this time read. After a couple of hours I heard the words, "We are now beginning our descent into Denver." Once again the gasp. No rational thinking, Everything was such a blur, I never saw my boarding pass, the gate sign. I knew that for sure I had gotten on the wrong flight. Once again the person next to me was ready to call the flight attendant and I needed about 5 minutes to rationally think that we must be stopping in Denver and then going on. I wasn't at peace until we taxied up and they announced it. Finally, after a delay I did get home to Salt Lake. I wish I could say the same for my luggage. It got on the next flight and then got lost somewhere. Not to worry it arrived mysteriously later that night. However, I do think I need a friend with me when I fly. Someone who will help me think rationally and not just reach for the flight attendant button.