It was December 2007 and I got up super early for my super early flight. Bags packed, trash taken out, Christmas presents in tote- good to go. Hailed a cab, no prob. Cabs are easy to come by at 5am. JFK, please. I'm half asleep as he pulls into JFK. Go to the check-in. Type in conf number. "I'm sorry there's no flight for this number". WHAT? Look at the printed itinerary... dang. LaGuardia. No time to think.
Run outside. Hail a cab, "LAG as fast as you can!". I get there and have 40 mins til my flight took off but amongst the mile long line of everyone else who wanted to get out of NYC and somewhere else, he flight ppl said it was too late for me to make it to my flight. Next one was three days later. No way. Tears. Call my Dad who books a train from Penn to DC. I get in another cab, "Penn Station as fast as you can!" I get on the train to DC. My wonderful Dad drove from NC to DC (6 hour trip) to pick me up. Merry Christmas!
Well. Last week I booked a flight for this weekend because I wanted to be home w/ my Mama cause we just found out she has breast cancer and Lulu's birthday was yest. I book the flight for the last weekend of the month. On Friday I'm at work and go to check on my flight. "You need at least 24 hours before your flight..." WHAT? I look closely at my printed itinerary... dang. I booked for the last weekend in April, not March. Gah!
Frantic, I call bff Allison who saves the day and finds a relatively cheap last minute flight w/ the same times, but arrives in Raleigh. I book it and come home and have a wonderful weekend w/ all. Then tonight my flight is out of Raleigh and my Dad drives me down. I say goodbye in the midst of shining sun and blue skies. Go to check in and oh yeah, my flight is CANCELLED. Something to do w/ the weather in NYC but I call roomie and she says it's sunny. WHAT? Anyways, I finally get to the Delta rep and after many options, she books me for a flight tomorrow morning at 6am. Whew, I can get to work on time.
But... the only thing is, the flight's out of Greensboro. So, I call my Dad- who is almost to Greensboro at this point and bless his heart, he comes allll the way back to pick me up.
That, friends, is my experience w/ airports. But at least I have one more night w/ the fam! :D