This is, like, not a happy day.
The flight from Atlanta was uneventful. And I don't mean that in a good way... it was uneventful because THERE WAS NO WiFi ON THE PLANE... AGAIN!
Then I had a three-hour wait for my 11:49pm flight home, which was put on "Weather Advisory." Which means that they are ADVISING you that the WEATHER may be so bad that they can't land the PLANE.
Which, of course, is exactly what happened...
They knew this might happen, so they had extra fuel onboard. This meant they could circle around the airport for twenty minutes and try again...
Third time's a charm, right? Uhhh... no...
Once back in Seattle I ran off the plane to rebook my flight for tomorrow morning. Then I ran down to baggage claim, because I really, really wanted my suitcase. Yes, I had the option to let them keep the bag and put it on my flight in the morning... but the last time I did that, I didn't get it for FOUR DAYS.
Always get your suitcase.
Because I was delayed by getting my luggage, the line for the "$49 Weather Displaced Passenger Selected Hotel" was a long one. It was 2:00am and I was mostly dead, so I called another hotel and told my sob story (which netted me a room for $89). Totally worth it, because I was the only one on the shuttle and had no line to check in.
And so here I am.
At 2:30am
Not at home.
At an airport hotel.
With my alarm clock set for 7:00am
Wheeeee.
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Received a text this morning from family friends who were at SFO. They didn’t have my mom’s number in Mexico and wanted me to let her know that their flight was delayed because they were waiting for the plane to get in from Seattle. Oh and that my mother did not need to pick them up at the Mexico; they would just take a taxi. My mom said the same happened to her because they were waiting for a plane from Portland last month.
I learned the hell of the lines for displaced passenger years ago when my flight from Barbados to Miami was delayed by hours. If it ever happens to me, I will not get in the hideous line but instead will go straight to a hotel. Why? Because after I spent those hours in line for my voucher, I get to the hotel and find they had no rooms. Manager was nice enough to find a room elsewhere for me. And then I submitted my receipt to the airport. They wanted to give me a voucher for their airline but I held my ground and got the voucher plus a check for the actual cost of my hotel room.
Sounds like a trip I had from JFK to Chicago. Made it to Charlotte at 2:30 am, got a room at the Hilton, and up at 7:00 am to go to Chicago. I, at least, was able to bill the company for the room so I didn’t care WHAT it cost. No luggage (dumb me, I let it go without met), but I was able to score a complementary comb, toothbrush and toothpaste. Woo-hoo.
I’m sure you’ll be happy to get home — finally.
That sucks! Glad I live somewhere warm.