flight outta hell
So I flew home to Boston yesterday, it was a terrible day.
It all statyed out nicley enough, but I should have been reading the signs better.
I didnt wake up to my alarm, putting me 45 minutes later than I wanted.
Renee called to tell me her car had broken down and she needed me and Matt to get her.
Matt arrived to pick me up and we went to find Renee at a Dunkin' Doughnuts.
After dropping Renee off at her place, Matt and I went for breakfast.
He dropped me off at the airport.
I was prepared to deal with the stupid holiday travelers.
But people take entierly too many things on the plane with them.
the line to get to the metal detectors was not nearly as bad as the line to put your stuff through th emetal detectors. There were these 2 women infront of me who used 4 of the trays EACH. I only require 2, 1 for my coat and shoes and 1 for my bag. It was excruciating.
I finally started to make my way to my gate, but not before checking the status of my flight.
All of the other flights from Chicago to Boston had been cancelled, except mine.
When I got to my gate i had a seat and watched as the time for my flight was pushed from 12:25 to 1:30 then to 2, then 2:10. we finally boarded the plane at 2:45. We taxied for 45 minutes before they parked the plane and told us we wouldnt be leaving for another 1 hour and 15 minutes.
the whole time we were waiting to leave the woman sitting behind me called everyon in her phone book to tell them her terrifiing story of delayed planes during a snow storm.
how many times she told the story, i dont know, but everytime i wanted to smack her.
she began to file her nails, the sound made me want to vomit violently.
then the man sitting infront of me pushed his seat back all the fucking way, but decided he wanted to lean forward. causing my clostophobia to kick in as well as my irritation to sky rocket.
an hour and 45 minutes later, we took off.
the flight itself was not too bad.
there were 5 children screaming at crying the whole time, and 2 dogs barking.
we landed.
got stuck in the snow as we taxied in.
had to wait 20 minutes for a gate.
we get off the fucking plane where i almost break my neck on the slippery ramp.
i make it to pick up my luggage.
after wating for 35 minutes i finally go to ask what the hell is going on.
the lady gets nervous and goes to to the back room to "find out" for me.
she returns 5 minutes later to tell me, "the door is frozen, it will be another 15 to 20 min."
she annoounces it to everyone else.
there are children screaming, dogs barking and my temper is rising.
after an hour and a hlaf wait, my luggage finally arrives.
I get in the car.
I hadnt eaten in 13 hours so thank goodness my dad had thought to bring me a salad.
I slept for 14 hours last night.
I am not looking forward to flying home.
It all statyed out nicley enough, but I should have been reading the signs better.
I didnt wake up to my alarm, putting me 45 minutes later than I wanted.
Renee called to tell me her car had broken down and she needed me and Matt to get her.
Matt arrived to pick me up and we went to find Renee at a Dunkin' Doughnuts.
After dropping Renee off at her place, Matt and I went for breakfast.
He dropped me off at the airport.
I was prepared to deal with the stupid holiday travelers.
But people take entierly too many things on the plane with them.
the line to get to the metal detectors was not nearly as bad as the line to put your stuff through th emetal detectors. There were these 2 women infront of me who used 4 of the trays EACH. I only require 2, 1 for my coat and shoes and 1 for my bag. It was excruciating.
I finally started to make my way to my gate, but not before checking the status of my flight.
All of the other flights from Chicago to Boston had been cancelled, except mine.
When I got to my gate i had a seat and watched as the time for my flight was pushed from 12:25 to 1:30 then to 2, then 2:10. we finally boarded the plane at 2:45. We taxied for 45 minutes before they parked the plane and told us we wouldnt be leaving for another 1 hour and 15 minutes.
the whole time we were waiting to leave the woman sitting behind me called everyon in her phone book to tell them her terrifiing story of delayed planes during a snow storm.
how many times she told the story, i dont know, but everytime i wanted to smack her.
she began to file her nails, the sound made me want to vomit violently.
then the man sitting infront of me pushed his seat back all the fucking way, but decided he wanted to lean forward. causing my clostophobia to kick in as well as my irritation to sky rocket.
an hour and 45 minutes later, we took off.
the flight itself was not too bad.
there were 5 children screaming at crying the whole time, and 2 dogs barking.
we landed.
got stuck in the snow as we taxied in.
had to wait 20 minutes for a gate.
we get off the fucking plane where i almost break my neck on the slippery ramp.
i make it to pick up my luggage.
after wating for 35 minutes i finally go to ask what the hell is going on.
the lady gets nervous and goes to to the back room to "find out" for me.
she returns 5 minutes later to tell me, "the door is frozen, it will be another 15 to 20 min."
she annoounces it to everyone else.
there are children screaming, dogs barking and my temper is rising.
after an hour and a hlaf wait, my luggage finally arrives.
I get in the car.
I hadnt eaten in 13 hours so thank goodness my dad had thought to bring me a salad.
I slept for 14 hours last night.
I am not looking forward to flying home.