Last night, I had a 7pm flight from grand rapids to chicago, then an 8:15pm connection to san diego, landing at 10:15. It was not to be.
In the early afternoon, I got a text from united saying my flight from grand rapids was cancelled. After researching options, I decided it was best to drive to chicago. Four hours later, I arrived at o’hare and returned my rental car.
So far, so good. But that’s when things really began to unravel.
A half-dozen delays came through quickly, all weather related. When the departure had been moved from 8:15 to 10ish, the gate agent announced, “well, our control center has failed us again. The plane is here, but we don’t have a pilot. He’s in indianapolis, and his plane hasn’t been cleared to leave yet.”
The pilot arrived at about midnight, and after we boarded the plane, told us he hadn’t intended to be in indianapolis, but had been forced to land there for refueling when he couldn’t get into chicago. Then they’d kept him there due to weather.
Now boarded, we pushed back from the gate, planning on arriving in san diego about 2am.
Unfortunately, that’s when the pilot told us something was wrong with the plane. We returned to the gate and sat on the plane for 90 minutes. At about 2am, the pilot informed us that they couldn’t fix the plane in time, and we were going to move to a new plane. Off we go, gathering our stuff and wandering through an otherwise empty terminal, standing in line for another boarding process, waiting for the bags to be moved. We took off at 2:30am, and, with the time change, landed in san diego at 4:30am (7:30am where I started the day). It was weird walking through the sd airport when the starbucks workers were just beginning to stock their pastries, the tsa employees were just getting to their stations, and the neurotic “arrive 2 hours early” fliers were cuing up.
I got to bed at 5:30am. Now I’m at my kids’ school for may faire, and just finished working the rootbeer float booth for an hour. Feels like time for a nap.