Weekend in New York

I rented an apartment in NY for a romantic weekend with Russ, but he never showed. Susan was there and I was trying to pack my bags and get to the airport. I was mad at Susan because she kept doing things to slow me down and I didn't want to miss my plane. We got into the car to leave and I realized I had left my shoes in the apartment. I ran back inside but didn't have my key, so I had to ask a housekeeper to let me in. I didn't have on any clothes, was just wrapped in a towel, and as we were standing at the elevator waiting the housekeeper kept trying to cover me up. I got my shoes and ran downstairs and there were two cops standing there. I told them I was trying to get to the airport and asked if they'd give me a police escort. Suddenly I found myself climbing up a wall at the airport, trying to take a shortcut to my gate. I started to slip, but there was a Vietnamese man at the top of the wall and he leaned over to help pull me up. I grabbed his hand, but didn't have any footing and knew he couldn't hold me. I slid down the wall and landed on the floor in frustration. My flight was leaving in 15 minutes and I knew I wouldn't make it. Some guys told me not to worry, that there was another flight leaving in an hour, but I couldn't be consoled. I was so pissed at Russ for not showing up.