A little more information

So apparently folks want more information about my silly airport escapades. They both happened while living in DC. I never really flew out of specific airport, it was always whichever was cheapeast (at least amount BWI, and National). The first mishap was the wrong airport. Normally I check these things like crazy (or at least since this happened I definitely do), but I think it was a rushed trip where I was running from class or something to get to the airport. I was probably running because I have to be very early for the airport, in case something happens along the way. And I was taking the metro so I wanted to leave extra early. Anyways, I went to National airport and tried to check-in, but they couldn't find my reservation, which I thought was totally strange. Finally the airline lady looked into my account and I was flying from BWI (about a 45-60 minute drive most times). Of course it was rush hour so whose knows how long it would take to get there. I briefly panic and try to figure out how the heck I am going to get there. One, I don't have my car, it is back at school. Two, I would never ever make it if I took the metro back to school and then drove to the airport and parked my car. So I go out and find a cab to get myself there (stopping first at an ATM to get money to pay said cab). It cost me $70 and I made it just fine to my other plane. Clearly it pays to be early when you do stupid things. However, not always a good idea to go to the airport on the wrong day. This happened after graduation from college. Matt and I had gone up to PA to spend a week with his family, then drove back to DC to fly to FL to spend a week with my family. I think we had decided to spend a day or two in DC before leaving. We had a friend drive us to the airport (BWI) on what we thought was the right day. On the way the friend had gotten annoyed or something with Matt and said that she wasn't speaking to him again or something equally dramatic. We go try and check in and find out that we don't fly out until the next day. Lovely. So we call and apologize and beg her to come pick us up. We go back the next day and fly home. The end. Not so much fun. But now we double, triple, quadruple check everything.