I went to bed early Wednesday night because I needed to get up at 4:00 a.m. to get ready, get to Shreveport, and catch my plane. Well, since I wasn't really sleepy, I just lay there, thinking of everything I still needed to do. I don't know what time I finally went to sleep, but at 12:35 a.m., American Airlines called to tell me my flight had been cancelled, and that I wouldn't leave until 8:30. Okay, good - I didn't need to get up at 4:00. But then, I was wide awake and didn't get much more than a cat nap the rest of the night.
Okay, so I left Shreveport on the later plane, and had a really bumpy ride to DFW. Oh, I didn't mention that by having to take a different plane, I also lost my window seat and got an aisle seat way back in the tail of the plane. It took nearly a half hour just to get off when we landed in Dallas. And my new seatmate watched a gory movie on his phone during the whole trip, so I spent my time trying to look out the window on the opposite side of the plane.
I hung around DFW for quite a while, waiting for a "maintenance issue" to be fixed on the plane that was to take me to San Antonio. They finally got that fixed, and we all got on board. But then we sat and sat and sat while they updated the maintenance log. Crying baby fore and whining child aft. They both quieted down once we were airborne, thank goodness!
Arriving in San Antonio, at least I didn't have to wait very long for a cab to take me to the hotel. However, by the time I got there, I was three hours behind my original schedule, and missed the first hour and a half of the meeting.
I came home on Saturday. My flight from San Antonio to DFW was cancelled. But at least they got me on an earlier plane. Yea! But that meant a seriously long layover in Dallas. Not-yea! When it was finally time to load up, my boarding pass was rejected. I got motioned over to the side, where a guy who was trying to speak English told me that my reservation was for Sunday, the 21st. No, I told him. It's for Saturday the 20th. It says so right there on my boarding pass. He insisted that the computer had me traveling on the 21st. He finally issued me a new boarding pass, but by doing so, I lost my single seat by the window, and had to sit with a really large woman from California. She was pleasant, though, so the trip wasn't so bad, except that I couldn't see out the windows.
What are the odds that four out of four plane rides are going to have issues? This is the first time I've flown, though, where the gorillas haven't dug through everything in my suitcase. Nothing was broken or missing, and my suitcase arrived at the same place and time as I did, so I guess there's something to be thankful for.
But you know, the next time I have to go to San Antonio, I think I'll just drive the six and a half hours.
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