I guess you all should congratulate me, because I just got a new degree: MMF.

I considered missing one flight and almost missing 2 flights just last month as well as some missing flight experiences in the past as not part of my life, only some things that happened to happen

But today, I guess I need to consider that I am qualified for this degree a friend of mine gave: an MMF.

I am sitting now at eXtreme Bean, a coffee shop in Tempe, sipping my morning coffee at 10:53 am, and will soon drive to the Sky Harbor Phoenix airport (only 10-15 minutes from here) to catch my 12:15 pm flight. Now, I will not miss that flight, because I will only have to show at the gate as late as 10 minutes before the schedule.

But this is the third flight scheduled for me

The actual reservation was actually 8:45 am but since I couldn’t get up early (I was up until 4 am), so I missed that one. Then I called to make a chance for a second flight. I don’t know why I thought it was 10:45 am. The correct schedule was 10:15 am. So I missed that one again.

Guess, my friend is right, I can be officially awarded that degree, MMF, Master in Missing Flight.

Oh, gotta go, don’t want to miss the third flight!