Yesterday we flew from Connecticut to Colorado. Via Washington DC. And Chicago. Total travel time? Eighteen Hours. Yup.
We arrived in Washington at 7 a.m., expecting to catch a connecting flight immediately to Denver. Not so. The flight was overbooked by 47 passengers and we didn't make it on. At 9 a.m. we were still standing a line of confused, agitated travelers, waiting to find out how our journey would be rescheduled.
Next possible flight? Cancelled.
Next flight after that? Stand-by list of over twenty people. No point in trying.
Soonest flight? 5:45 p.m. OK... Nine unexpected hours moping around Dulles? No way!!!!
I called my brother-in-law and within two hours he had picked us up, brought us to Target so we could purchase swimsuits (our luggage had all been checked), and we were sitting by the pool in their neighborhood!
All girls have been taking swimming lessons and they had fun showing off for each other.
Both Talia and Katya passed into the next level groups during their last week of camp.
What an unexpected playdate... It was super.
We were dropped off again at the airport at 3 p.m., allowing us ample time to get checked in again. Simple! We'd be in Denver in a few short hours, right?
Nope. Cancelled flight. AGAIN. No space on any others. Not even on other airlines.
Luckily the United agent was the same one who had helped me in the morning--after I'd waited in that line for hours, unable to leave it to get Katya a drink so she could take her Ritalin... Let's just say, we made quite an impression on that man by the time we reached the front of the line. Unlike most of the people ahead of me, I was kind to the agent, refraining from taking out my frustration on him. Good call; he really appreciated it.
When he realized our flight had been cancelled AGAIN (and he had no idea we'd spent the day swimming... he must have imagined us cooped up in the airport...), he took pity on us and found us places.
He also made some calls and gave us three round-trip vouchers for tickets any where in the USA.
We flew to Chicago, barely making our connection to Denver because our plane was delayed by an hour and a half...
Our flight to Denver, however, was amazing. Those spaces the agent managed to find us?
THEY WERE IN BUSINESS CLASS.
Oh, the agony of ever returning to Economy... The girls' eyes were wide-open, taking in every comfortable detail... I almost wish we HADN'T seen how much greener the grass is on the other side of the fence (or curtain, as it may be)!