WHAT do you MEAN I am at the wrong gate?!?

It is 5:00am. I am about to fly back to Seattle from NYC and I am going to blame this one on not being awake enough.

I stayed at my aunts house in Manhattan. My mom was nice enough to get me a car service right from her sisters apartment to the airport since my flight was so early. I woke up at 3:45 am brushed my teeth and ran out the door. I had checked in online and found out that I was in FIRST CLASS! Whoohoo! I have no idea how I ended up there and neither does my mom who arranged my flights but whatever I'll take it! So going to the airport at 3:45am this morning was not TOO terrible because I knew I would be in a nice comfy HUGE seat on a plane passed the hell out. We swiftly arrived at the airport and the nice man took my bags out for me and waved me off. I get online for baggage drop off and patiently wait. I had my boarding pass printed out and I THOUGHT I was good to go. It was my turn to turn my bags over and the extremely grumpy man tells me that my boarding pass would not work and I would have to check in at a kiosk. I refused to lug my bags around the stretchy ropes so i squatted and tried to limbo my way under. BAD CHOICE. The nice new umbrella my mom got me for Christmas decided to get caught in the stretchy rope. So now everyone on line was staring at me trying to figure out what I was stuck on as I pulled the rope across the room.

I got to the ticket kiosk and typed in my confirmation number. "Your itinerary does not exist." Then I tried my credit card...same message. I started freaking out. Why was this not working?!? I was too tired at 4am for this to happen! I asked one of the kiosk helpers and he said "wait...you are flying UNITED?" Oh yes. I was in the WRONG GATE! I immediately grabbed my baggage and sprinted outside. I had 1 hour until my plane departed from JFK. Looked left...looked right...I had to decide how I was going to get to gate #7 from gate #3. I saw a security guard who I thought would be able to provide valuable information so I yelled "EXCUSE MEEE!!" Ignored. "EXCUUSEE MEEE!!!" Ignored again. I turned around in hope there was a taxi and all I saw was a car service. I jumped in the car and got to my destination. Although he totally jipped me for 20 bucks. Oh well. At least I got to my gate. Now I get to sit in the first class "red carpet lounge." Thanks Mom.