Wednesday, April 16, 2008
A Reservation for One
Now generally, I am a patient person. My job requires it. I have a natural inborn tendency to be patient. (and understanding too!)I have developed a huge amount of patience over the years, having had to deal with my child, my parents, my co-workers, and that annoying "please hold for the next available operator" that drones on and on and on. When I arrived at Logan,(12 noon) my patience was still intact, fully charged and ready to be challenged. I've had experience with flying and knew very well what a test of one's patience could be ahead of me. ~snicker~
Airline agent: "Hello, where are you flying to today?"
Silly me: "Tampa"
Airline agent: "Oh no".
Silly me: "Huh?"
Airline agent: "That flight was cancelled. Let me see what I can do for you. Oh yes, here we go; I can get you on a flight to Cleveland, then Chicago, with a stop in BumfreakingEgypt, then after a 3 hour layover we might get lucky and strap you to the wing of Flight 308 and get you to Atlanta by next Tuesday."
Silly me: "Huh?"
Airline agent: "Of course, if you want to get to Tampa we could just put you on a flight that leaves three and a half hours later than your original flight with two stops, arriving in Tampa at midnight."
Silly me: "Are you kidding me? I paid for a DIRECT flight! I'm suppose to be toes deep in white beach sand by 6pm tonight! I only get four days off! You're kidding me, right?"
Airline agent: "No ma'am. I'm sorry for the inconvienence."
So there I am, sitting patiently waiting for a flight that leaves at 5:30ish to Cleveland. At 5:10 the airline agent at the desk makes this announcement:
"DUE TO AN FAA REQUIRED INSPECTION OF THIS AIRPLANE OUR DEPARTURE TIME WILL BE DELAYED BY ONE HOUR." Of course this messed up the connection in Cleveland so I get up to go speak to the agent. I am directed to the auto-kiosk thing-a-ma-jiggy, scan my ticket and VOILA! I am now booked on a direct Boston to Atlanta flight leaving in..... wait for it..... another hour and a half! But that's really okay because once I get into Atlanta I only have to wait three more hours for the flight to Tampa!
Time to pull up the bootstraps, push in the bottom lip, wipe the tears off, and belly up to the bar!