Scheduled: 3:00PM flight to Chicago
1:00: Get in cab to airport
1:25: Arrive at airport
1:30: 3:00 flight cancelled
1:35: Rebooked on 7:55PM flight; standing by for 2:00 flight
2:00: 2:00 flight delayed to 3:15
2:55: Fail to get on 2PM flight; start queueing for 4:30 flight standby
3:15: Still queueing (note there's only one person in front of me in this line)
3:35: Assured that that there is no way I will ever in a million years get on the 4:30 flight; rebooked on a 5:00 flight to DC on another airline, which then has a 7:40 connection to Chicago
3:45: Endure eye-rolling from check-in person because original airline sent tons of Chicago people over to them
3:50: Stopped at security: randomly selected for full search
4:15: 5:00 flight delayed to 5:55; still enough time to make the connection
5:15: 5:00 flight delayed to 6:35; talk to desk agent: no more flights tonight
5:45: Cab home during rush hour traffic
6:40: Get home
Tomorrow morning: 8:00AM flight. I'm glad I get to go to Chicago for the weekend, but jeeeeez do I hate flying sometimes.
Update (as I'm writing this): oh sweet Jesus now I'm getting a text that says my connecting flight was delayed to 9:20PM. So I would've made it after all.
I HATE YOU AIRLINES!
Update 7:12: No! 8:50!
Update 7:13: No! 8:20! - either way, still would've made it
Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek
This is why you should carry a hip flask filled with delicious, soothing booze.