In a few hours, I will attempt to get on another plane to Seattle. Last night's trip to the airport was a big FAIL. The plane was already delayed by 2hrs when I arrived. As an iPhone carrying user, I really should have checked the flight status before leaving the Utah. For shame, that could have easily been another pitcher of beer! Instead I had to sober up beside restless souls pacing back and forth in the terminal with their wide-eyed babies and John Grisham books. But having my iPhone did save me from going utterly mad when the Virgin staff decided to throw out trivia questions for entertainment, like 'How many eyes does a slug have?'and 'What is the attention span of a goldfish?'
At 11pm, the gate began filling with a million people trying to get on different flights to Boston and New York. It was a game of, "How many flights can they fit into this one gate?" We were running out of empty seats and the place was hot and stuffy. I needed to use the restroom but was next to an outlet where laptop carrying suits circled like vultures. Eep.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention. An update for flight VX748 flying to Seattle...we are getting this information up to the minute, and only know as much as you do...our crew is still in Vegas and are in a holding pattern. They cannot get into the air at this time. Expected arrival time, unknown."
OMG, what the fuck? Given that I was traveling to Seattle to visit my dearest friend, Ann and her two babies, there was no way I was going to fly in at 3am and disrupt their household. Also I needed to pee. Desperately. So I went to talk to the ticketing staff. I didn't have a freak out unlike some of the other folks around me. The staff was friendly, polite and courteous the entire time. They got me on today's 12pm flight, kept my first class upgrade (which they weren't supposed to do) and didn't charge me anything. I even got a few warm smiles of gratefulness.
Just goes to show, don't be a bitch to those controlling your fate.
