Day 11
It’s time for an adventure!
I know in a former life – like five months ago – I would have taken the events of the last 24 hours to mean I had bad luck, was a cursed person, would never have good things happen to them.
I know better now.
I’ve been trying to get to Toronto for a full day now. The flight from LaGuardia Airport was delayed twice. When we finally left, we were so far behind schedule that I was certain we would miss my connecting flight from Pittsburgh to Toronto. So we landed, and I sprinted down the ramp to the gate only to find that flight had been delayed, and wasn’t leaving for another half hour. Then hour. Then two hours. When that plane was postponed again – from the original 7:30 to 10:40 p.m., I got worried. Around 10:15, the flight was canceled.
At this remote corner of the Pittsburgh airport, the stores were closed by then, most of the gates empty, and one lone US Airways employee trying valiantly to handle a plane full of disgruntled folks who wanted to get somewhere. A handful of them pooled their money, rented a van and drove to Buffalo, figuring they could get a bus or car service or something from there the rest of the way. Not a bad idea: the greyhound from Buffalo to Toronto is 15 bucks.
I talked to my boss though, and she wisely figured I’d be useless to her if I showed up at 8:30 a.m. like I was supposed to but with no sleep and an all night road trip under my belt. The airline rebooked me on a flight to Philly that left at 4:45 p.m. the next day, and eventually through to Toronto around 10:30 p.m. Oy! That’s an entire day late, and an entire day of missed work! So instead I chose an 8 a.m. flight to buffalo, and figured I’d grab a greyhound, which would at least get me there by noon, right? The hotel put me up at a holiday inn, and by the time I collected my bags and got the shuttle and checked in and got to bed, it was nearly 1. I was up again at 6, on the shuttle by 6:30, at the airport by 6:30.
Yes! The flight to Buffalo was canceled! The computers were down. The folks at the counter found a flight to Philly leaving in like 10 minutes, got me on stand-by (that flight apparently had four empty seats), but the computers were such a problem they couldn’t even print me a ticket. They just told me to get on the plane and they’d work it out.
So now I’m in Philly – yes that IS further from Toronto than my house is – and I’m waiting for a 1:11 plane to Toronto. Hopefully, I will be able to clock in to work by 4:30 and get five hours of work in today! And, there was near chaos at the airport last night, the poor attendant threatened to leave she was so upset with the situation and the rude passengers. I was calm and tried to be as positive as I could be, and I could see that I was of some comfort to her, and maybe that’s the entire reason I was there . . .