Air travel these days can be a real bummer, and I suspect many of you know that. I fly often between Maine and Houston, and I can’t tell you the number of times that I have had to spend the night in one airport or another from Portland to Boston to Philadelphia to Newark to Detroit to Atlanta. You’d think by now I’d be used to all the inconveniences, but that is not the case.
Take today. I left Rockport this morning at 6:30 AM, glad to have a ride to Portland with friends who were heading that way. I arrived at the airport 4 hours in advance of my flight, a real first for me to be that early.
With time on my hands, I had a leisurely Burger King breakfast, did a little primping since the early departure meant come as you are and proceeded to the gate to await my flight, still on schedule. Maybe today was going to be a lucky one.
Think again as it wasn’t too long before the announcement delaying the flight to Baltimore came. It was followed by another and another meaning that I would not only miss a Baltimore connection but the last flight out to Houston as well.
I tried to put on a happy face but all that came to mind was why me……again! Now you would think that the airline would have made every effort to be accommodating since I would have to spend the night in Portland. Not so. To make a long story short, after much begging the airline finally agreed to put me up in a hotel at their expense where I would be more comfortable until my 5:45 AM flight tomorrow. Gads, such an early departure probably means a sleepless night worrying about waking up on time.
So why am I telling you all this? Because right now I’m feeling really sorry for myself and want all of you to have a little pity for me too! And if you’re so inclined, you can tell me your sad travel stories. I’m betting you have at least one.
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