$800
I volunteered to give up my seat (for a fee) to go into California for work and get in one hour later.
This is how that panned out.
"Ok you've been rebooked through St. Paul and you will get in at 8pm to San Francisco. Just an hour later than expected and get $800 as a gift card."
I sit down in quiet contentment. Eleven seconds pass after receiving my new flight information.
*PPFFTT* "We need gate agents at B13, the St. Paul flights been massively delayed and we will have at least 17 people who need to rebook" *PFFFT* the radio quiets.
I comfort myself. $800 will be two flights for Ky to come see me. For free!
I await rebooking. I see the line and check my app instead. The options have my best option now getting in at 10. Not ideal. But I can handle it.
Several hours sitting at the airport later I board my much later flight. A dark cloud is brewing. 18 minutes delayed due to storm. Makes sense. I'll make my connection. On the plane. *Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen, the storm is moving a little slower than expected. I'll have an update in ten minutes." *Pfft* the P.A. from the pilot ends.
*Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen, the tail winds are a bit strong. I'll have an update in ten minutes" *Pfft*
The same message is stated 3 more times. I will miss my connection I fear.
In the air. *Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen we are in a holding pattern into Atlanta. It's going to be about 20 minutes. I stop listening.
20 minutes later. *Pfft* "I'm sure you're sick of hearing my voice" I am and ignore the message and my ears perk back up ten minutes later when he warns of turbulence into the airport.
My seat neighbor is puking. He upgrades to a trash bag from the flight attendant fearing the small bag won't be enough. I squish my body into the window.
Six times we were told 10 more minutes. Two times we were told 20 more minutes.
Fortunately and miraculously I do not miss my connection, because the airplane I flew in on is the exact same plane I am flying to California on. All the delayed Atlantians sigh and grumble when we deboard, I realizing I am one of the few from my flight who wouldn't miss my connection gallivant off to the bathroom with my extra time.
We board 1.5 hours after scheduled time.
Flight to San Francisco. *Pfft* " Uh ladies and gentlemen." My gosh this isn't even the same pilot. Why the fuck does he have the same voice.
There are twenty planes in front of us. It should be a 20 minute taxi to take off.
The airplane is hot. I wonder if its just me. I strip down to shorts, barefeet, and a tank top to keep myself from throwing up.
We land. We land several hours late. But we land.
*Pfft* "Uh...." I can't even listen. There are twenty planes in front of us blocking the gate.
*Pfft* For fuck sake I grumble. The jet-bridge is broken. 6 feet separates me from freedom.
Thirty minutes to drive from landing, to waiting, to getting off the fucking plane.
I earned every penny of that $800.
I learned a valuable lesson. Get richer so you aren't tempted to take the $800.
This is how that panned out.
"Ok you've been rebooked through St. Paul and you will get in at 8pm to San Francisco. Just an hour later than expected and get $800 as a gift card."
I sit down in quiet contentment. Eleven seconds pass after receiving my new flight information.
*PPFFTT* "We need gate agents at B13, the St. Paul flights been massively delayed and we will have at least 17 people who need to rebook" *PFFFT* the radio quiets.
I comfort myself. $800 will be two flights for Ky to come see me. For free!
I await rebooking. I see the line and check my app instead. The options have my best option now getting in at 10. Not ideal. But I can handle it.
Several hours sitting at the airport later I board my much later flight. A dark cloud is brewing. 18 minutes delayed due to storm. Makes sense. I'll make my connection. On the plane. *Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen, the storm is moving a little slower than expected. I'll have an update in ten minutes." *Pfft* the P.A. from the pilot ends.
*Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen, the tail winds are a bit strong. I'll have an update in ten minutes" *Pfft*
The same message is stated 3 more times. I will miss my connection I fear.
In the air. *Pfft* "Uh ladies and gentlemen we are in a holding pattern into Atlanta. It's going to be about 20 minutes. I stop listening.
20 minutes later. *Pfft* "I'm sure you're sick of hearing my voice" I am and ignore the message and my ears perk back up ten minutes later when he warns of turbulence into the airport.
My seat neighbor is puking. He upgrades to a trash bag from the flight attendant fearing the small bag won't be enough. I squish my body into the window.
Six times we were told 10 more minutes. Two times we were told 20 more minutes.
Fortunately and miraculously I do not miss my connection, because the airplane I flew in on is the exact same plane I am flying to California on. All the delayed Atlantians sigh and grumble when we deboard, I realizing I am one of the few from my flight who wouldn't miss my connection gallivant off to the bathroom with my extra time.
We board 1.5 hours after scheduled time.
Flight to San Francisco. *Pfft* " Uh ladies and gentlemen." My gosh this isn't even the same pilot. Why the fuck does he have the same voice.
There are twenty planes in front of us. It should be a 20 minute taxi to take off.
The airplane is hot. I wonder if its just me. I strip down to shorts, barefeet, and a tank top to keep myself from throwing up.
We land. We land several hours late. But we land.
*Pfft* "Uh...." I can't even listen. There are twenty planes in front of us blocking the gate.
*Pfft* For fuck sake I grumble. The jet-bridge is broken. 6 feet separates me from freedom.
Thirty minutes to drive from landing, to waiting, to getting off the fucking plane.
I earned every penny of that $800.
I learned a valuable lesson. Get richer so you aren't tempted to take the $800.
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