The moment I accepted my life was a beautiful, chaotic, sometimes a little-messy-but-always-entertaining circus was the moment I felt a true release.

There's no sense in fighting the madness, but I've picked up a few tricks to keep the show going along the way.

I hope they work as well for you as they have [and still do] for me.

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A Series of Unfathomable Events {part 1}

Have you ever had one of those times that made you step back and say – is this really happening? Only to realize that yes, yes it is indeed happening and you are caught smack dab in the middle of A Series of Unfathomable Events…..

I knew it was going to be a crazy trip when I switched travel plans at the 11th hour Thursday night from driving to Mississippi to flying into Memphis for the weekend for a dear friend’s engagement party. Friday and Saturday were wonderful and come Sunday it was time to leave. When you have to pull off on the side of the road for an emergency stop having not even driven 2 miles – there’s a good chance it’s going to be one of those trips back. (And that my friends is an understatement..)

I arrived at the Memphis airport 2 hours before my flight, checked in and discovered my flight was over booked. Times like these is when a seat number on your ticket is equal to a bar of gold in your pocket. My flight was scheduled to leave at 5. Overbooked and now delayed, we board only to sit on the run way for a “ground stop” in Atlanta. Nearly 2 hours later we leave. I was pushing it to get to my connection, which according to the web site was  running late itself. We land at 9 – my connection was listed as “boarding”. The red seas parted as I dart off the plane, carry on & hanging bag in tow, running down the terminal to make it to my flight. As I approached the gate I saw the door closing. I pleaded with the desk attendants to let me on MY flight but they refused saying the flight was closed and no more seats were available.  According to airline policy, flights close 10 minutes prior to departure time and there are no if’s and’s or but’s about it! They did however point me to the terminal where I could check on the later flight to Charleston. Apparently they are no longer able to assist you in any way until a flight opens up exactly one hour before departure time. My immediate response:

Let Me On My Flight - Home Alone

You made that up!!

(which probably wasn’t the best but it slipped out) My pleas did not work. Off to the next stop it was….

I treck it to the next terminal to stand in line and wait patiently to grab a seat on the last flight to Charleston. I soon discovered that a 4 o’clock flight was completely canceled due to maintenance and all 150 of those passengers were stuck on stand by for MY flight and now THIS flight. [insert sarcastic Awesome here] As the stand by list populated I went from number 3…to 8…to 23….to 34. I texted my boss to let him know the situation as my hopes for getting on the flight were quickly fading. My suspicions were confirmed as the flight closed and I was still rather low on the list. I had struck up a conversation with a girl who is a student at the College of Charleston, Jen. Poor thing had been one of those passengers on that 4 o’clock and still didn’t make it on this flight. The next thing I know, 2 guys (the dad & the shrink) come running down the terminal to get on the flight. My heart went out to them as I knew exactly what was going to happen — they weren’t getting on that jumbo jet — stupid “10 minute” rule. Way to rub it in their face Gaylord Fockeras you let 3 people from the stand by list on right in front of them. One was even reprimanded for touching the door as he was pleading to get on the flight. I thought we almost had a Gaylord Focker moment – Sir step AWAY from the door! Step AWAY from the door, sir! Now! (Yikes) And then there was the 3rd guy (College Boy) who turned into a track star in attempts to get to the gate on time…..only to find out it was a no go for getting on the plane. *note: the 3 guys were on the same plane…which had landed 20 minutes prior but couldn’t find a gate to pull up to. So again it wasn’t their fault for not making it before that 10 minute-r kicked in.* Yet again we are all told they could do nothing for us there at the gate and that we must go to customer service and figure out our next step.

:: a few details which lead up to the next part – I was not able to get a hotel voucher as the reason I missed my flight was due to “weather conditions” – it is now 11 o’clock at night – I hadn’t heard back from my boss and my office manager had the day off on Monday – I could only be confirmed on a flight for 2:30 Monday afternoon, the earlier ones I could again sit on stand by (ummmm obviously that didn’t work out too great the first time buddy, thanks but no thanks) – Atlanta is a good 5-5 1/2 hours from Charleston – if we attempted to re-book a flight on a different airline, WE had to pay for the ticket. ::

The line at Customer Service was indescribably long and would have taken a minimum of two hours, and let’s be serious – this air line hadn’t been all that helpful and friendly up to this point and something was telling me things weren’t going to change in the near future. But regardless, the 5 jilted passengers started the hike up to customer service to attempt a final plea of our cases. As I walked something inside of me started to get revved up.

I was going home. Tonight. No doubt in my mind. This girl was going home.

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…to be continued…

2 Comments

  1. Jessica
    March 18, 2010

    I know exactly how this feels. love the pictures! can’t wait to hear the rest of the story 🙂

    Reply
  2. Casey
    March 18, 2010

    Michael hates flying with me because I always have bad luck. Always!! So crazy! I think I’m vaguely recalling a status update from the weekend…the rest of the story?!!

    Reply

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