My travels
So...
I'm in Texas. After a hellish trip. Ah, the things that went wrong.
First, the flight from Missoula to Denver was supposed to leave at 3:57 PM. The plane that was flying there didn't land until 4:15. We left Missoula at 4:40ish. Got into Denver at 6:15. Just enough time for me to run to the gate for my connecting flight, leaving at 6:45.
If we had gated.
Nope. We sat on the tarmac for an HOUR. I missed my flight by half an hour because we didn't have an open gate. So I went to the next flight, getting my name put on the standby list. There were 28 people on the list in front of me, so when that flight filled, I went back to customer service and hounded them into giving me a definite ticket on the next flight to Dallas, which left Denver at noonish.
I explained to the guy that I was trying to spend some serious quality time with my brother before he got shipped out, so he called American (I was flying United) and got me on a flight to Dallas leaving Denver at 6 in the AM. They gave me a hotel voucher and a meal voucher for the night, which was great.
What sucked was the fact that I was miserable with a sinus infection and cough, freezing, exhausted, disappointed, and then I had to stand outside for almost an hour, waiting for a shuttle. I only had my purse and carry-on bag with me because of the regulations and the crap I'd have to go through to get my bag back. Two vans came and went, both filling before I could get on them. When I was on the verge of losing my toes to frostbite, another one came and I was on it first thing.
And here comes the upside of this whole ordeal. I got to talk with a really cute guy who's in the Navy. The shuttle was dark and he was a few feet away, but there was a great smile and a definite nice personality. When I saw him in the light at the hotel...whew! Never got his name. All I know is that he's going to Fresno, is getting out of the Navy in August, and is going to the Middle East between now and then. Ah, the possibilities that I was too tired/sick to really try explore.
Anyway, I got there at about 11 and got my room, took a bath, and managed to get in a good 2 hour nap. Any longer and I wouldn't have felt rested at all. I caught the 4 AM shuttle back to the airport, checked in, got breakfast and got on the plane. I got to Dallas and my dad met me. The only thing that was missing - my luggage. It's still at large as I write this. In retrospect, I should have gone through the crap and gotten my bag and re-check it, but three different people assured me that it was going to be transferred with no problems. Yeah right.
So I'm living in my father's sweats and a pair of jeans Nova found for me at her work.
I hate traveling sometimes. And if it wasn't for this stupid cold/sinus thingy, I wouldn't be so stressed. Ironically, if I wasn't so stressed, I wouldn't be quite this sick. (I'm not that sick. Just enough to throw me off balance and make me cranky.)
I'm in Texas. After a hellish trip. Ah, the things that went wrong.
First, the flight from Missoula to Denver was supposed to leave at 3:57 PM. The plane that was flying there didn't land until 4:15. We left Missoula at 4:40ish. Got into Denver at 6:15. Just enough time for me to run to the gate for my connecting flight, leaving at 6:45.
If we had gated.
Nope. We sat on the tarmac for an HOUR. I missed my flight by half an hour because we didn't have an open gate. So I went to the next flight, getting my name put on the standby list. There were 28 people on the list in front of me, so when that flight filled, I went back to customer service and hounded them into giving me a definite ticket on the next flight to Dallas, which left Denver at noonish.
I explained to the guy that I was trying to spend some serious quality time with my brother before he got shipped out, so he called American (I was flying United) and got me on a flight to Dallas leaving Denver at 6 in the AM. They gave me a hotel voucher and a meal voucher for the night, which was great.
What sucked was the fact that I was miserable with a sinus infection and cough, freezing, exhausted, disappointed, and then I had to stand outside for almost an hour, waiting for a shuttle. I only had my purse and carry-on bag with me because of the regulations and the crap I'd have to go through to get my bag back. Two vans came and went, both filling before I could get on them. When I was on the verge of losing my toes to frostbite, another one came and I was on it first thing.
And here comes the upside of this whole ordeal. I got to talk with a really cute guy who's in the Navy. The shuttle was dark and he was a few feet away, but there was a great smile and a definite nice personality. When I saw him in the light at the hotel...whew! Never got his name. All I know is that he's going to Fresno, is getting out of the Navy in August, and is going to the Middle East between now and then. Ah, the possibilities that I was too tired/sick to really try explore.
Anyway, I got there at about 11 and got my room, took a bath, and managed to get in a good 2 hour nap. Any longer and I wouldn't have felt rested at all. I caught the 4 AM shuttle back to the airport, checked in, got breakfast and got on the plane. I got to Dallas and my dad met me. The only thing that was missing - my luggage. It's still at large as I write this. In retrospect, I should have gone through the crap and gotten my bag and re-check it, but three different people assured me that it was going to be transferred with no problems. Yeah right.
So I'm living in my father's sweats and a pair of jeans Nova found for me at her work.
I hate traveling sometimes. And if it wasn't for this stupid cold/sinus thingy, I wouldn't be so stressed. Ironically, if I wasn't so stressed, I wouldn't be quite this sick. (I'm not that sick. Just enough to throw me off balance and make me cranky.)