Thursday, October 8, 2009
Here we are, the night before our vacation. DH and I head to bed and set our alarms for 6 am, lots to do in the AM before we can head to the airport for our 12 pm flight. I wrestled with the “I’m too excited to sleep” situation for most of the evening. DH’s phone rang at 4 am and we both kind of looked at each other with confusion. Who would be calling at 4 am? DH gets up to check the phone and sees it’s an 800 number so he gets back in bed. I debate getting up and starting my list of things to do, I was too excited to sleep, but surprisingly fell back to sleep. When the alarm sounded at 6 am to wake up, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to do my hair. As I am pulling the straightener through my hair and imaging the fun in store for us very soon, I hear DH’s voicemail on speaker phone but it’s an automated voice. He is coming closer to where I am and I figure he is coming to play for me some funny voicemail, as is usually the case when he listens to voicemail on speakerphone. He hits the key to replay the message and shatters my happy little world, “Hello, this is US Airways to inform you your flight has been canceled due to aircraft maintenance. If you have any questions, please call us at blah-blah-blah.” Canceled? If I have any questions???? Are they for real?
DH heads back upstairs to call US Air with our “questions” and I follow behind him. While he’s talking to the US Air rep, he’s relaying to me there are no flights, everything to Orlando is booked, and they have us on a red-eye to Orlando tomorrow, Friday. I tell him, no, we need to be in Orlando today! He says, Do you want to talk to them? I say, Yes, I do! So, I get on the phone and tell the US Air girl I need to be in Orlando today, I have hotel reservations, rental car reservations and the like today in Orlando and a red-eye flight tomorrow is unacceptable. “Today” being the operative word in each of my sentences. She gives me the same excuses she gives DH and I explain to her that if US Air knew at 4 am that my 12 pm flight would be canceled, they had time to get another plane but because they chose not to get another plane, they’d have to go ahead and figure out a way to get me and my family to Orlando today. I told her I don’t care what class, what airline, etc., but it would be today. She tells me there isn’t anything else she can do but she does offer to cancel my reservation entirely and issue a refund. So I ask to speak to a supervisor but she gives resistance. I insist I want to speak to a supervisor and shortly, I am transferred to “Anthony”. Anthony immediately informs me he is looking in to all the options. I waited on hold quite a bit and he’d come back and ask questions like, “How soon can you be to the airport?” and “Can you fly in to Tampa?” With the ,“How soon can you to be the airport question,” I inform DH we need to start pulling everything together and get it ready just in case we have to rush out the door to the airport. The scene in my home was like that in the movie, Home Alone, when they oversleep and the family rushes about trying to get out the door, well…that was us and suddenly, that scene was no longer funny!!! When Anthony takes me off hold, he informs me he has us booked on an 8:59 am flight (it was currently 6:55 am and we are a good ½ hour from the airport, without traffic), and connect in Atlanta and transfer to Delta, arriving Orlando that evening around 6 pm. I explain to Anthony I am concerned we won’t make it in time and he tells me as long as we are checked in by 8:14 am, we’ll be fine. I tell Anthony he is my hero, hang up, and holler to the family – we have to go NNNNOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!
I think my heart was pounding a million miles a minute. The only thing I was absolutely sure we had was our passports and my wallet, figuring that was all we’d absolutely need to board the Magic, we were good to go. It was a nail biting drive to the airport. Rush hour in Phoenix starts at 6 am and so we hit bumper-to-bumper traffic. We arrived at the airport at 7:30 am. No time for long-term parking, we had to park in short-term if we had any hopes of checking in by 8:14 am. We quickly parked and ran towards the US Air counter only to find the line winding and winding back and forth. I almost burst in to tears for fear we were defeated. DH tells me to be positive; it’s self-service check-in and goes fairly quickly. I’ll admit I was positively freaked out. We managed to check-in with time to spare and actually made our way to the gate with enough time for a potty break. US Air said my bags were checked to Orlando so at least I wouldn’t have to deal with a bag transfer in Atlanta from US Air to Delta. Soon, we were on our way to Atlanta. Phew..but don’t take that sigh of relief just yet.
Happy to be on the plane to Atlanta..
Expressing my exhaustion from the ordeal that morning..
Upon arrival to Atlanta, we make our way to the gate for our connecting flight with Delta. I give the male Delta rep our confirmation number and he prints us some boarding passes. Except before he hands them over, our situation is taken over by RUDE female Delta rep. She tells me my confirmation number doesn’t do anything for her and I splash on a look of confusion on my face– how did he just print us boarding passes then? She tells me she needs a ticket number, confirmation we purchased tickets. I explain we didn’t, US Air did and give my condensed nightmarish story but the look on her face clearly indicated she did not care. I don’t understand what she means by ticket number, US Air only gave me a confirmation number and she said I need to get tickets. Does that mean I need to go down to ticketing? She says no, I need to call US Air. She is unhelpful, to say the least and the clock is ticking. I call US Air, thank goodness I still had the paper with their special “In case you have questions 800 number” with me and explain we’re having problems with Delta and tell them they want ticket numbers. US Air seems confused by this request as well but gives us ticket numbers. Megan at US Air says she will stay on the line with me and I get back in line to deal with the Rude Delta Rep. I give her the ticket numbers and she types, very slowly, in to the computer. She tells me the ticket numbers for 1 member in my party doesn’t work, so US Air gives me another ticket number. Then Rude Delta Rep tells me ticket numbers for 2 members in my party won’t work, so US Air gives me 2 more ticket numbers. Would you believe US Air had to give me 3 sets of ticket numbers?? US Air didn’t understand why this was such a problem and informed me we could sit all day and give her as many ticket numbers as she wanted but explained the ticket numbers they were providing were valid. Meanwhile, my family is standing to the side of the podium watching me with fear in their eyes. My DS and DD looked so sad and miserable and I was on the verge of tears. They start boarding the plane and I have already heard this plane was oversold by 8 seats. DH asked me how far the drive to Orlando was and I tell him I think it is 8 hours. Finally, and I don’t know why, but Rude Delta Rep hands me four boarding passes and as she does, she spits out, “But none of you are sitting together.” It’s a good thing I was able to keep a cool head because I could have easily gone off on her but then I would have wound up in airport jail and miss my boat, entirely.
This is me on the walkway to the plane. I am near tears and boiling but at least we were getting on the plane!
We get on the flight and have to use the Flight Attendants to rearrange at least two seats because they didn’t give us seats together and we are flying with a 5 year old. The flight attendant was a bit snippy with us, informing us our 5 year old can’t sit alone and certainly can’t sit in the exit row they have her seated for. We know this, Rude Delta people, thus the reason we are asking for help in rearranging seats. Sheesh.
I take my seat sandwiched between two business travelers and both express to me they could not believe how rude Rude Delta Rep at the counter was to me. They said they watched the entire thing and just could not believe it and said Delta is usually so good to them. I realize you are only getting my side of the story but I assure you, I simply provided Rude Delta Rep with everything she asked for and I made sure to hold my tongue and curb my anger. Fighting fire with fire wasn’t going to get my family on the flight and I’d have to save my battle for another time. You attract more bees with honey than vinegar so I was doing everything I could to coat myself in honey. I have a feeling if I had copped an attitude with Rude Delta Rep, I would have been stuck in Atlanta. One of the passengers beside me also explained there were 3 gates surrounding us that had passengers all overbooked (21 at 1 gate, 23 at another gate, and 27 at another gate). DH and I had to wonder if those passengers were from the flight US Air had canceled on us and it would make sense that they were since our canceled flight was a nonstop to Orlando. We have a hard time believing US Air called every passenger to announce the flight was canceled. DH had checked us in online the night before and when US Air called, they called his cell number. I had originally booked the flights so it was my information US Air had on file for our reservation but DH checked us in. So..it leads us to believe they only called those who had checked in the night before and left the others to figure out their flight was canceled upon arrival to the airport.
We arrived in Orlando around 6 pm and I’m exhausted, VERY cranky, and starving. When I was dealing with US Air on the telephone that AM, I had instructed DS and DD to eat breakfast. On the US Air flight to Atlanta, DD and DH shared a snack pack. So, everyone had had something to eat at the point, except me. I inhaled two little packets of peanuts Delta gave me but that was about it. Fortunately, all of our bags arrived in Orlando – I was worried they wouldn’t considering the adventure we’d had thus far. There were no problems with our Budget Rental Car, thank goodness. Soon, we were on our way to our hotel but I refused to breathe a sigh of relief just yet. When you start your vacation in this fashion, it jades you and makes you very skeptical everything else is going to go horribly wrong.
We breezed through check-in at Springhill Suites in the Marriott Village and discover a clean room awaiting us. First item on the agenda was to eat dinner and we tried the food court but a stale pizza wasn’t going to cut it for me. DS said he had seen a Chik-Fil-A back out the way we came in and while that was not my ideal meal, it was food and that is where we headed. I don’t think I have eaten a chicken sandwich and fries so fast in my life but once the food was in my stomach, I was starting to feel better. Maybe things would turn around for us. Maybe.
Back at the hotel, DH and I settled the kids in the room with their own television programming and DH and I went to the bar. We had a $25 incidental credit, per night with our room reservation so decided we’d take advantage of that with a drink. I definitely needed one. So, we had 2! We toasted to being in Orlando and decided to put the day behind us..until I get home and have it out with US Air for my short-term parking feees.
Yay for incidental credits and a hotel bar!!
Tomorrow is a new day and some Pixie Dust was headed our way!!!