Let me tell you all about my Worst. Day. Of. Travel. Ever.
I’m not being overly dramatic. I don’t entirely blame the airlines but I probably will never fly on
American said airlines ever again.
It all started on my most recent trip to Seattle.
I was scheduled to leave on a Friday evening, around 7 pm. I’m at the gate, patiently waiting, when the gate agent announces that there will be a delay for at least an hour.
I thought, ok, no big deal. I was leaving from Indianapolis, with a stop at Chicago O’Hare, and then on to Seattle. An hour passed, and people around me started to freak out. Being the oblivious person that I sometimes I am, I just casually sat there reading my kindle. The agent announced that we would be delayed for at least another hour due to storms in Chicago. These storms caused O’Hare to shut down completely, meaning that no planes were landing or departing.
I took this as good news because it meant that I wouldn’t miss my connection.
Then the agent said, “If you live here in Indy, I suggest you try and change your flight until tomorrow because there’s a big chance you could get stuck in Chicago for the night.”
Everyone at the gate went ballistic. I decided to call the airlines in order to try and change my flight to the next morning. They had me on hold for half an hour. When I finally got in touch with someone, they happily changed my flight to leave the following day at 9:30 am, scheduling me to arrive in Seattle at 1:00 pm. I thought not bad, and decided to accept these changes (which were free, so that was great).
About an hour after I changed my flight, I received an automated phone call that went along the lines of, “Your flight scheduled to leave tomorrow at 9:30 am has been cancelled. We re-booked you on another flight that leaves at 11:30 am,
“What! Why?” I said into the phone, knowing that I wouldn’t get an answer.
Welp, ok, I accepted it. I looked forward to spending my Friday night with Andrew, whom I haven’t seen for a couple of days because he was working out of state.
I arrive the next day for my flight at 11:30 am, and we board the plane on time.
I was promised a window seat over the phone, but I’m assigned a middle seat instead. Oh well, I got over it pretty quickly.
We’re scheduled to make a stop at Dallas Fort Worth and the flight goes by pretty smoothly (mainly because I slept the whole time). As we began our descent, I didn’t notice that we were supposed to land at least 30 minutes ago. Then I hear an announcement from the pilot, “Uh, sorry folks… But uh… There are some pretty heavy floods going on in Dallas so they shut down the airport and aren’t allowing any flights land or depart…”
“… I tried to just circle Dallas until we got the go ahead but we’re running out of fuel so we need to stop in Abilene to refuel.”
Here is where I started to get really frustrated. I was only in Seattle for a weekend and I already wasted a day just trying to get there. We landed safely in Abilene, where ever the heck that is (Hint: It’s in the middle of nowhere), and waited in a line of about 10 other planes that needed fuel. There was one fuel truck.
I spent a whole 2 hours in Abilene and I really don’t care to ever return. As we were getting our fuel, the airport cargo people brought a bunch of pizzas to our plane and my face literally lit up. If you know me at all, you know that I live for pizza. When we finally took off, flight attendants started serving the pizza to us – one starting at the front of the plane and one at the back. I was sitting smack dab in the middle and as soon as they got to my row, they said, “Oh, sorry we ran out of pizza.”
Excuse me? You ran out of fucking pizza?!
I was livid. 1) Because I was starving, 2) Because we were having the most ridiculous delays, and 3) This flight attendant “apologized” as if to spite me and like she secretly knew how much I wanted pizza.
About 30 minutes later we’re preparing to land in Dallas. Finally. We begin our descent, and everything is great. We’re about to land, and the pilot seriously lands “too hard,” and has to take off again.
Mr. Pilot, you have ONE job.
So we circle Dallas airport like twice and finally land safely. I had never been to Dallas Fort Worth, and that airport is huge! I struggled to find my next gate, found it, only to find out that my flight’s gate changed… To the farthest possible gate in the terminal, obviously. But hey, I made it! And with time to grab a smoothie and some chips.
There was one more delay once I was on my plane to Seattle just before take off. It only lasted for 20 minutes which seemed like nothing at that point. I arrived in Seattle at 9 pm. Not completely awful but I missed out on an entire day in Seattle. At least I grabbed some Starbucks as soon as I got off the plan and headed straight to get some long-awaited pizza.