Note – I wrote this yesterday. It’s dated but I figured I would post it notwithstanding.
In some previous life I must have been a somebody who missed the boat or train that would have carried me to freedom for nothing puts me into a swivet like a canceled or missed plane. Once upon a time I imagined I was a Vietnam refugee fleeing Saigon in the 70s but I was about ten years old, so that can’t be it, but the emotional feelings are apt.
Right now is one of those times; my worst fears have been realized. I am sitting in the Grand Rapids airport with a delayed flight to the point I will miss my connection in Dallas. I suppose this would be not too hard for the US-Airways/AA agents to remedy, but they have to handle some canceled flights to Chicago as well. My trouble was swamped by a hundred people needing new flights. The few staff members were quickly inundated; anxieties and emotions are running high and tempers are short. One man ‘who has priority status’ is demanding he get addressed first much to the ire of the others standing in line at the counters.
This state of solicitude is a perfect storm:
Missing a connection
Traveling alone without Someone
Having no one in the GR area to come rescue me
Having Monday 8AM patients
No experience what to do about this situation.
On top of it all my cold/flu is raging with fevers, chills, cough and feeling 90 years old.
Thank goodness for Someone. From PHX he called the powers-that-be and got me a airport hotel in Dallas and a very early morning flight to PHX so I shan’t be too late for work. I will show up looking like death – and in khaki shorts and a five o’clock shadow – but I should be OK. He can bring with him clean shirt and long trousers and my morning blood pressure pill.**
At the moment I have not faith with USAirways – AA and would not be surprised if they cancel at the last minute. If so I am going to restart my life as a Michigander. I will write Monday night if I haven’t been emigrated.
Later: It’s Monday 5AM and I am at the Dallas airport. I got four fitful hours of sleep. It looks like I will get into PHX by 730AM. It looks well but I would not put it past USAirways to plan some last minute outrage. Goodness knows what happened to my luggage but I hope someday it shows up. I’d hate to lose the Spo-shirts therein and I will be very upset if TSA stole my Michigan bottle of whisky.
**I usually pack an extra day of medication and carry it on my person for just this reason. Alas, it is in my checked luggage. I am kicking myself for being so fatuous and I wonder if by doing so I jinxed the whole trip.