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Well, prepare yourselves………..no not because I have not written a blog in five hundred years………….I am about to tell you the flight horror story of all horror stories.
Having gone to visit my parents for the Holidays, I have been trying (with not much luck) to return home since the first. I am finally here, 5 days later!! Every single day, I would go to the airport wait in line, only to check in to find my flight was cancelled. 4 times in a row!!!!!
Soo……..today I had another flight out at 9:30 am, I was taking my time getting there since I really didn’t have much faith that it would get out. So I get to the airport, start to check in, and they say, sorry you are suppose to check in at least 30 mins ahead of time, it is now only 27 mins. Ahead of time (no joke, I am not joking about this, this is exactly what these pseudo people told me) you cannot board.
So I pleaded, and pleaded, nope………..no movement……..so I said what if I leave my bag and just go, they looked at me and said, well sure if you want to leave all your stuff go ahead (vindictively thinking to themselves ‘ha, ha, this little skinny blond $#!%% won’t leave her stuff)
I quickly motioned for my Dad who was outside waiting with his car to make sure I got on, he came in, I pointed to the bag and said ‘ship it’ and ran to the gate. I get to the gate and the stupid flight had not even started to board, but oh no……….I was three minutes late so they wanted to put me through hell.
Next I land half-way in Chicago, I check the monitor to see the status of my next flight…….LATE……….no, no, I thought, not going to do this to me, I happened to see that the flight before mine heading to Portland was doing final boarding. It was suppose to depart at 10:20, the time was 10:15, it was departing out of the c concourse, I was in the F concourse……and so what did I do, I booked it, ran like I was being chase by a heard of man eating gate agents…….and made it on the flight, with an aisle seat to boot!!!! Now if any of you have ever been in the Chicago airport you know that it is quite a jaunt from the F to the C concourse. I did it and because of my effort made it home three hours early!
What are the morals of this story:
1) You never know what is unfortunate in life. When I was not allowed to take my bag I was not pleased, but by being bag free I was able to get on an earlier flight
2) When you eat right for your type you are able to both fight and flight!!!
*No gate agents were injured in the writing of this blog. The gate agents used this blog do not resemble you or any friend or family gate agents