The Horror of Travel 

Time 2:00a 

I have almost been awake for 24hours and I am somewhere hoovering over homes, traveling through what look to be one of the worst storms I have ever witness.

Thursday, after work, I took flight. Flight was set at 2hours and some change. Mother nature, however, had other plans. Luckily, I was able to get a cat nap, as it was a smooth flight, but to my surprise when I awakened, the pilot was talking. “We will be detouring to Louisville, Kentucky.” He said. Glaring down at my phone, “23:27”. I am still in the air. This is where the flight experience for me changed and drastically. After landing in a completely different city and state than my original destination, we were advised to not deplane, as the plane would be taking off in about 45 minutes. Hours later, we were on our way. Finally get to the destination- only to be rerouted to go back where we came from. The reason? The airport did not have a gate for us to taxi up to in order to deplane. Sigh. At 3a the flight was pushed to 10a. Here I am. Stranded. Looking to be accommodate for some of this because of the horrible call to 1 allow us to fly to an airport with limited spacing and 2 for not having the space and having us go back.

Could you imagine, a 2.5hour flight has not become a 7hr flight and STILL I hadn’t landed to my final destination. Unfortunately, a tough decision was made. After all this, I still drove 3.5 hours in the middle of the night to get to my final destination. For all of the traveling that I have done up to this point, I couldn’t believe that this was happening. & I wasn’t even leaving the country. Yep, this all came about on a domestic flight. The most disgruntling portion of my trip wasn’t the flight, wasn’t the lapse of time- as we do not control weather. It was the Airline Agent that was nasty.

The duration of my blurb wasn’t about the super compassionate pilot who seemed nothing but honest about everything- to my understanding. The empathy and disbelief in his voice was even soothing. He was in our shoes as well. Because my last encounter before leaving the airport was with the agent, in the forefront of my mind was all things bad. He yelled. He threatened to walk away from a plane full of people had become tired, restless, cranky, and annoyed because of the way things were handled. We are all people first, and at 3a.m. not too many people are going to be extremely calm. Needless to say, I finally made it to where I was going. It only took 7hrs of flight and an additional 3.5 hours of driving.



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