Travel Blues

It’s hard to describe the day I had yesterday.

My flight was delayed for two hours. Then another hour. 

Then it was cancelled.

I got used to the idea of going on Wednesday, but found out, I was rebooked and I’d be leaving at 3:00.

Good enough.

A snowstorm on the way to the airport, and yet, we were loaded onto the plane.

We waited 30 minutes and were greeted with the following announcement:

“You might wonder why we aren’t leaving. We can’t find the pilot.”

Seriously!

We waited.

30 minutes later:

“We found the pilot. We will be leaving shortly.”

My phone pinged.

My connecting flight from Charlotte was cancelled.

They rebooked me on a flight for the morning, but I looked around, there was still a flight leaving at night.

I got off the plane and went to customer service and switched my flight. Found one of the guys from Syracuse who was booked on the same flight.

As we ate an $11 slice of pizza, twenty feet from the gate, both of our phones pinged.

“The flight has been canceled.”

We were both rebooked on flights that were much later in the day.

That wouldn’t work.

I wanted to be booked on the morning flight.

We waited 2 hours in the customer service line.

Ubered to a hotel where we were absolutely price gouged as flights kept canceling.

And my bags are who knows where.

“They should get there,” the customer service rep said.

“That would be nice.”

What a way to start a break.

Hoping to still tee off tomorrow.

Or at least get there!