This morning. 5am. About to walk out the house to catch my 6am flight to Sydney. Realize I haven't printed out my flight booking. In fact, realize I don't even know which airline I'm flying with. Booked it through Webjet, picked the cheapest fares and didn't pay attention at the time to who I was flying with (so much for frikkin "brand loyalty" all you marketing dweebs).
Pull up Gmail to check my booking. Gmail down. GMAIL DOWN??!??!?!?! Get a message saying "sorry, gmail is down. we're trying to fix it. please check back in a few minutes."
I don't have a few minutes. Need to get my ass to the airport or miss my flight.
Jump in car. Check Gmail again from my mobile while I'm driving (don't crash don't crash oh don't crash) - still down.
Get to airport, trust one lone neurone, hardly formed inside my hippocampus (where hippos go to school), which suggests I might be flying Qantas for the first time in 2 years. Turns out, when the the thousands of PhDs and billions of dollars of Googles let me down - that lone neurone, a mere whisper of less than a dozen chemicals, saved my ass.
Lesson - we aren't there yet Dorothy. That short Gmail glitch reminded me that we are not on ONLINEALLTHETIME yet. Storing my data in the cloud nearly stopped me from flying through the clouds.
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