Day. From. Hell.
May. 28th, 2008 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agilebritSo, I was to pick up Da Boy in Texas yesterday. His aunt (my sister) needed to go to work today, so I was going to fly out to DFW, meet them at the airport, and fly back.
I got up at 6am for my 8:30 flight, after getting to sleep somwhere around 2am. Insomnia? Moi? Anyway. Showered, got dressed, etc.
I think that might have been the only thing that went right the entire rest of the day.
The first thing I did was break the garage door. This meant that the house was unsecured for the entire day, until the Hubby got home at 8pm. Yay. I don't even know if we actually have a key that locks the thing, but I turned around and went back home, after leaving and getting about six blocks, to try to find one. And was unsuccessful. At least the door was actually closed, so it didn't look any different than normal.
Got to the airport, parked, got on the bus, went through security okay. And that's when I realized that I'd left my sister's cell phone number at home. Oh well, I thought. What could go wrong?
HAH.
The weather, of course. Apparently a thunderstorm sat at the end of the DFW airport for several hours. We got diverted to Wichita Falls. And sat on the runway. For three hours or so.
We could get off the plane if we wanted, oh yes. But we couldn't get back on. Because the FAA or Homeland Security or government agency is filled with morons. Anyway. Weather finally cleared, and we were "only" four hours late getting into DFW.
Of course, my sister had been sitting at the airport wondering where the hell I was. I didn't have the cell with me, because the Hubby takes it with him when he goes to work. So, she's calling the cell, getting voice mail (because he can't leave it on when he's, you know, flying a jet), and leaving increasingly frantic messages. Fortunately, the flight attendant loaned me her phone when we got to Wichita Falls, and I called (a) the Hubby's mom, to get (b) my parents' number, who gave me (c) my brother's number, who gave me (d) my sister's number. So that was fun. I let her know what was going on, and she went home to await further developments.
We get into DFW, and of course the flight I booked to get us home had already left. So, I got in line for the Delta counter. Twenty minutes later, my sis shows up, Boy in tow, and loans me her phone so I can get on the horn to Delta and make a reservation through them so I can just go to the kiosk and skip the line. Cool beans, thinks I, this'll be a breeze.
Well, my reservation made it into the kiosk system. Da Boy's...didn't. So I get back on the phone. "Sorry," I'm told, "you'll have to go to the counter." Oh my gawd, y'all.
TWO HOURS LATER, I made it to the counter. Thirty seconds after that, I was done there. Why I couldn't get his seat request at the kiosk is a question for the ages. Fortunately, security was dead (because the line was at a trickle, I imagine), so that was easy, anyway. We're old hands at getting through security.
The flight was delayed by three hours. This, at least, gave us time to eat. I'd had a venti caramel macchiato and a can of Coke Zero, and one pack of Bischoff cookies, all day. I was...somewhat hungry. Luckily, the DFW airport has a TGIFriday's, which has tasty tasty food, so I actually managed to get something delicious and nutritious for both of us.
Then, of course, they swapped gates without telling us. It was only one down, but, jeez, people. Make an announcement or something?
We made the flight and got home around 11:30pm. I will not discuss Da Boy's behavior. Let us just say that it was...less than stellar.
So, the timeline looks something like this:
6:00am -- get up, shower, dress, break garage door.
7:00am -- arrive at SLC International Airport.
8:30am -- plane takes off; we're supposed to land in DFW at noon, Texas time.
12:30pm -- plane lands in Wichita Falls.
3:00pm -- we take off from Wichita Falls.
4:00pm -- we land at DFW. I get in that long-ass ticket counter line.
6:15pm -- I make it up to the counter.
9:00pm -- The flight to SLC takes off.
11:00pm -- We land in SLC.
The times are all local, I think. I really should have been writing this stuff down...but I also didn't have a frelling pen.
Just...wow.
I got up at 6am for my 8:30 flight, after getting to sleep somwhere around 2am. Insomnia? Moi? Anyway. Showered, got dressed, etc.
I think that might have been the only thing that went right the entire rest of the day.
The first thing I did was break the garage door. This meant that the house was unsecured for the entire day, until the Hubby got home at 8pm. Yay. I don't even know if we actually have a key that locks the thing, but I turned around and went back home, after leaving and getting about six blocks, to try to find one. And was unsuccessful. At least the door was actually closed, so it didn't look any different than normal.
Got to the airport, parked, got on the bus, went through security okay. And that's when I realized that I'd left my sister's cell phone number at home. Oh well, I thought. What could go wrong?
HAH.
The weather, of course. Apparently a thunderstorm sat at the end of the DFW airport for several hours. We got diverted to Wichita Falls. And sat on the runway. For three hours or so.
We could get off the plane if we wanted, oh yes. But we couldn't get back on. Because the FAA or Homeland Security or government agency is filled with morons. Anyway. Weather finally cleared, and we were "only" four hours late getting into DFW.
Of course, my sister had been sitting at the airport wondering where the hell I was. I didn't have the cell with me, because the Hubby takes it with him when he goes to work. So, she's calling the cell, getting voice mail (because he can't leave it on when he's, you know, flying a jet), and leaving increasingly frantic messages. Fortunately, the flight attendant loaned me her phone when we got to Wichita Falls, and I called (a) the Hubby's mom, to get (b) my parents' number, who gave me (c) my brother's number, who gave me (d) my sister's number. So that was fun. I let her know what was going on, and she went home to await further developments.
We get into DFW, and of course the flight I booked to get us home had already left. So, I got in line for the Delta counter. Twenty minutes later, my sis shows up, Boy in tow, and loans me her phone so I can get on the horn to Delta and make a reservation through them so I can just go to the kiosk and skip the line. Cool beans, thinks I, this'll be a breeze.
Well, my reservation made it into the kiosk system. Da Boy's...didn't. So I get back on the phone. "Sorry," I'm told, "you'll have to go to the counter." Oh my gawd, y'all.
TWO HOURS LATER, I made it to the counter. Thirty seconds after that, I was done there. Why I couldn't get his seat request at the kiosk is a question for the ages. Fortunately, security was dead (because the line was at a trickle, I imagine), so that was easy, anyway. We're old hands at getting through security.
The flight was delayed by three hours. This, at least, gave us time to eat. I'd had a venti caramel macchiato and a can of Coke Zero, and one pack of Bischoff cookies, all day. I was...somewhat hungry. Luckily, the DFW airport has a TGIFriday's, which has tasty tasty food, so I actually managed to get something delicious and nutritious for both of us.
Then, of course, they swapped gates without telling us. It was only one down, but, jeez, people. Make an announcement or something?
We made the flight and got home around 11:30pm. I will not discuss Da Boy's behavior. Let us just say that it was...less than stellar.
So, the timeline looks something like this:
6:00am -- get up, shower, dress, break garage door.
7:00am -- arrive at SLC International Airport.
8:30am -- plane takes off; we're supposed to land in DFW at noon, Texas time.
12:30pm -- plane lands in Wichita Falls.
3:00pm -- we take off from Wichita Falls.
4:00pm -- we land at DFW. I get in that long-ass ticket counter line.
6:15pm -- I make it up to the counter.
9:00pm -- The flight to SLC takes off.
11:00pm -- We land in SLC.
The times are all local, I think. I really should have been writing this stuff down...but I also didn't have a frelling pen.
Just...wow.
