As I mentioned in Tea Time last week, I had a trip to visit my best friend Cristina planned for this past weekend, and we had been planning it since May. Saturday morning, my bags were packed, I was at the airport before 6 am for my 7:15 am flight (after a fitful night of sleep anticipating the early alarm), and I was ready to go. I walk up to the self-checkout kiosk thingie, type in my reservation number, and am greeted with the following message:
"THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH YOUR RESERVATION. PLEASE SEE AN AGENT FOR ASSISTANCE."
Well grand. Not exactly what I want to see before I've had even a drop of tea. I take the little slip of paper that it printed it out, and limp over to the ticket agent. She greets me with a smile:
That remains to be seen.
"How can I help you?"
I smile and hand her my ominous slip of paper. She looks down at it, still smiling.
"ooohhhhh. You're flying into Newark? That flight is cancelled."
BOOM. I wished I could have slept in before dealing with all of this. 😱
That's the understatement of the morning.
"Let me just see for you when the next flight is that we could fit you in on."
She begins that nefarious practice of typing on her keyboard with the constant clickety clacking sound that inevitably takes 10 minutes, yet results in a concise announcement just like this:
I really needed caffeine. This had never happened to me before. It was *6 am*. And there's not a single flight I can get on within a 24 hour time period? Apparently not.
"Yep. It's weather related."
That really didn't fully answer the question, but I was too tired to dig for further details.
"OK, well...put me on that one, please."
She's still clacking away, while I text Mike to ask him to come back and get me. Suddenly, I had a painful thought:
"What time did you say that flight was tomorrow?"
She said that so brightly. I groaned.
I deliberately had not booked the 6 am flight because it would have meant getting up at about 3:30 am. And I was already operating on one abysmal night of sleep. Plus, Cristina lives quite a ways from the airport, so this would mean a crazy early morning for her as well.
"Gosh, that's... a bit earlier than I'd like. What is the next flight out after that?"
*long suffering sigh*
I knew that there was a 90th birthday party that Cristina and family were attending on Sunday, and I was slated to be their guest. This would likely fall right in the middle of that, and they live 90 minutes from the airport.
A conferral with Cristina bore all of this out - the 6 am and 2 pm flights weren't going to work. Going any later would cut my trip ridiculously short. We agreed it would be best to just save the ticket for another weekend, and we would try to plan a road trip in the fall.
I can use my ticket for up to a year, but that does little to soothe my spirits. I am sad.
So here I am, home and cranky. But safe. Everything happens for a reason, right?
You need to give me this one little solace to cling to, people. ;-)
In the meantime, I did have a lovely weekend with Mike and the kids. I've been getting more writing done on my Bible study. AND I have lots of stuff to talk to you about in Tea Time this week! Upcoming novenas, Third Orders, books, fall crafts. Horray!
How was your weekend, dear reader? Care to commiserate on cancelled flights?