A few days back I was flying out of London to come to SXSW. I left home a little early because I quite like hanging out in the duty free stores and wantedÂ to give myself a little time.
After lugging my heavy bag throughÂ the tube I settled myselfÂ down into a comfy seat on theÂ Heathrow Express to wait a few minutes before we set off when my mobile did the buzzy thing… a twitter message had arrived.
It was aÂ message from Jeremy KeithÂ saying that he was waiting on a taxi to take him toÂ Gatwick. Interesting, I thought. What were the chancesÂ of two planes setting off from London from two different airports to Dallas at roughly the same time.
I thought it might be worthÂ just double checking that I was heading for the correctÂ airport.
Of course, I was not.
MuchÂ frantic rushing through LondonÂ peak hour ensuedÂ with rapidly beating heart as IÂ tried to get to Gatwick in time to board my flight to SXSW. As it turns out, they’re not so strict with the 2 hour check in thing afterall… thank goodness.
But, here’s the thing. If it wasn’t for Twitter, I’dÂ have stayed on the HeathrowÂ Express and by the time I worked out I was in the wrong place it would have been far, far too late.Â
Thanks to Twitter, and Jeremy (IÂ still owe you beers!) I made it.
Flash forward to this afternoon and a Twitter from PeterMe lets me know there’s a UX meetup this evening. Again, something I would have totally missed without Twitter.
So yes. I think it matters. And then some.