Cancelled Flights and Clean Underwear

Zoe and I woke up at 5am so she could drive me across the state to the airport in Hartford and be back in time for work at the base. She dropped me off at the United airlines terminal and drove away before I realized they’d cancelled my flight.

 I stood at the service counter for 30 minutes while an attendant searched flights for me. By the time she realized there was a flight to Grand Rapids instead of Muskegon( my original flight), she missed it focusing intently on Muskegon flights, and the gates to the plane that could have been had just been shut. She promised me they would cover my hotel for the inconvenience and find me a flight. 45 minutes later I was booked on a 6am flight for the next day, only 24 hours later , and she also then told me her supervisor would NOT cover my hotel cost as the cause of cancellation was “weather”.

 So I shuffled off to the Sheraton hotel attached to the airport and handed over several hundred dollars to the very hip and heavily slanged speaking youthful man commanding the check in desk like he owned the place. 

 “Heya, yo ma….my lunch starts at 12:00 if you wanna do sumptin wit dat?”

 “Is he asking me to join him for his lunch break !?” I quizzically wondered to myself.

 He must have been all of 22 years old and looked like a member of One Direction…Harry Stiles, is that his name? I realized as he’d spoken, he had handed me a sheet of paper with the menu printed on it for room service and then it dawned on me he perhaps was just telling me when room service food was available. I asked him just to clarify and he looked at me like his mom just asked him to go to a Cardi B concert with him. We both breathed a sigh of relief when we realized the miscommunication. 

 So, I literally spent nearly my ENTIRE day yesterday in a hotel room eating room service and watching a 9 hour marathon of The Godfather 1 and 2 ( with commercials) on AMC. I believe this is the first time I’ve ever had my flight cancelled in all my years of travel. I have missed my flight on my own accord, but cancelled? Never. 

 I washed my underwear in the hotel sink last night , and hung it up to dry. It only took 7 hours on a hotel room towel rack, an hour long hike through airport security, 20 minutes at the gate, and half of my two and a half hour flight for it to complete its drying cycle. 😂

 I had to fix my perspective. If I was living hundreds of years ago, I’d be traveling home by a wagon wheel caravan. It would have taken us months to arrive at our destination and it’s likely that some of us would have died along the way. I think I’m still better off. Only 3.5 hours left in this airport before my final flight. I wonder if I can fit Godfather 3 in the schedule here?