So Natalie and I found out that we got the apartment ten minutes before we had to leave to go to JFK airport. After rushing to the bank to get a certified check for the security deposit, we jumped into a taxi and were on our way.
However, as soon as we entered the airport and started taking ramps to get to Terminal 7, we here a loud BANG. The taxi had blown a tire while we were on a ramp with nowhere to stop or pull over. I was in shock, Natalie starts telling the driver that we have to stop and can't drive with a flat tire and the driver just keeps pointing at the terminal sign and screaming, "We are almost there! So close! No Stop! Almost there!"
Finally, we convince him to pull over and after ten minutes of trying to get cars to pick us up along the ramp, we decide that we only have one option - we have to make a run for it. We hike up our skinny jeans, thank GOD that we only packed carry on bags, and start hurdling over the barriers with the Mission Impossible theme song playing in the background. Okay, so maybe that last part was only in my mind...
Luckily, we made it to our gate in plenty of time. Welcome to NYC girls!
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