Yup, it's one of THOSE. The days you swear you have been cursed and no amount of positive attitude seems to fix anything. We did church this morning (I ended up singing) then came home, packed, and headed to the airport. We were flying Southwest, an airline I used to merely detest and now hate with the burning passion of a romance novel gone horribly awry. Our flight was late getting out of Kansas City but we thought, "Oh, that's okay, we have a 3 hour layover." We got into Oakland about six in the evening, I fought off a creepy syrupy sweet employee who was the very first person to ever have a problem with me waiting for my family on the jetway (by the way, lady, if your airline doesn't have assigned seats, people are gonna want to wait for their eight year olds they've been separated from once they are off the plane. I'm just saying.) Jason's brother lives in the bay area so we thought to call him and see how close he was to the airport and maybe grab a coffee with him, but he lives about 45 minutes away so we told him not to worry about it (but he was willing to come out, how sweet!) We found our next gate, checked in for the flight, and started wandering around a bit, got some coffee, and people watched. (Airports are FANTASTIC places to people watch.) About 8:30, a half hour before our flight was supposed to take off, they came on the intercom with a bored sounding, mumbled announcement. Jason sat up straight and said, "Wait, what?" I looked at him, turned around, and they were changing the numbers on the flight from leaving at 9:05 to 12:30. Whaaaat??? So we asked what was going on and didn't get a straight answer, but were able to piece together from things they told other passengers that they basically had several delayed flights and were giving the plane and crew who were supposed to fly us out, the one plane that was on time, to another flight. What??? The worst part was that about four flights came in during the time we were waiting, deplaned, then they pushed the planes back to go somewhere else. Seriously, four. Leigha fell asleep on the floor of the airport, Jason and I stared at the windows and tried not to listen to the EZ listening music that was being piped in. Do you have any idea how depressing the combination of grey carpet, fatigue, and EZ listening is? It's pretty bad. Finally they made the announcement that the plane was there, the crew was there, and we were just waiting for the co-pilot to come in from Burbank, about a fourty minute flight. I looked at the 'departures/arrivals' screen and saw that that plane was supposed to come it at 9:40 and was actually going to get in at 12:32. So we waited.....more. About 12:45 we were finally able to board the plane headed for Reno, a 45 minute flight. We waited seven hours for that just because they chose to send our plane and crew elsewhere four times rather than simply flying in an extra crew earlier in the day when they knew they were miserably behind. Way to go.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Jessica and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day
Yup, it's one of THOSE. The days you swear you have been cursed and no amount of positive attitude seems to fix anything. We did church this morning (I ended up singing) then came home, packed, and headed to the airport. We were flying Southwest, an airline I used to merely detest and now hate with the burning passion of a romance novel gone horribly awry. Our flight was late getting out of Kansas City but we thought, "Oh, that's okay, we have a 3 hour layover." We got into Oakland about six in the evening, I fought off a creepy syrupy sweet employee who was the very first person to ever have a problem with me waiting for my family on the jetway (by the way, lady, if your airline doesn't have assigned seats, people are gonna want to wait for their eight year olds they've been separated from once they are off the plane. I'm just saying.) Jason's brother lives in the bay area so we thought to call him and see how close he was to the airport and maybe grab a coffee with him, but he lives about 45 minutes away so we told him not to worry about it (but he was willing to come out, how sweet!) We found our next gate, checked in for the flight, and started wandering around a bit, got some coffee, and people watched. (Airports are FANTASTIC places to people watch.) About 8:30, a half hour before our flight was supposed to take off, they came on the intercom with a bored sounding, mumbled announcement. Jason sat up straight and said, "Wait, what?" I looked at him, turned around, and they were changing the numbers on the flight from leaving at 9:05 to 12:30. Whaaaat??? So we asked what was going on and didn't get a straight answer, but were able to piece together from things they told other passengers that they basically had several delayed flights and were giving the plane and crew who were supposed to fly us out, the one plane that was on time, to another flight. What??? The worst part was that about four flights came in during the time we were waiting, deplaned, then they pushed the planes back to go somewhere else. Seriously, four. Leigha fell asleep on the floor of the airport, Jason and I stared at the windows and tried not to listen to the EZ listening music that was being piped in. Do you have any idea how depressing the combination of grey carpet, fatigue, and EZ listening is? It's pretty bad. Finally they made the announcement that the plane was there, the crew was there, and we were just waiting for the co-pilot to come in from Burbank, about a fourty minute flight. I looked at the 'departures/arrivals' screen and saw that that plane was supposed to come it at 9:40 and was actually going to get in at 12:32. So we waited.....more. About 12:45 we were finally able to board the plane headed for Reno, a 45 minute flight. We waited seven hours for that just because they chose to send our plane and crew elsewhere four times rather than simply flying in an extra crew earlier in the day when they knew they were miserably behind. Way to go.
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Oh. My. Gawd. I've never been a fan of Southwest. Less so now.
I feel bad writing this all right before Nifer and I fly to Chicago...it's going to be her first time flying since she was like three and take a WILD guess which airline we're flying!
Aww, poor Leigha! :( ~Lynette
*Has panic attack*
Gah! Um...*ctrl, alt, delete* did that reset you Nifer?
And yes, poor Leigha. We were really glad it was her and not Bri,though. Bri would have had a much harder time with the whole thing!
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