7:08am:
In my sixth gear, flew down southbound 101 on my way to the San Jose airport, I had to catch my 8am Southwest flight to Orange County visiting customers. Nervous as hell, fearing the flight will leave without me.

7:09am:
I dialed Southwest customer service, hoping they can check me in over the phone (wishful thinking in a desperate moment)

My conversation with Southwest airline agent:
Southwest: How may I help you?
Jiaying: I have 8am flight #2339 to catch but am running a little behind, can you check me in?
Southwest: Haha! Yes, I can’t
Jiaying: ... …
(Yes? And can’t? Is she trying to be cute? Make up your flipping mind!)
Southwest: Go to the gate, the agent there will be able to help you
Jiaying: Thanks a lot, you've been very helpful

7:25am:
Parked my car, ran to the terminal and realized the check-in line extended all the way into the parking structure. There is no way I can make my flight.

7:29am:
Called my CTMG travel agent, she re-booked me on another flight at 8:25am. Whewww!

I HATE Southwest, I detest them with a passion!
I HATE the fact that Southwest doesn’t have assigned seats, instead you are assigned a boarding zone, and somehow I am always ended up in Zone-C, the last boarding group.
I HATE their flight attendants’ stale jokes, such a nuisance!

I swear, if Southwest becomes the last airline on Earth, I will probably opt for Amtrak or Greyhound bus.