By my count, I’ve had maybe two hours of sleep in the past thirty-eight hours, and those two hours were “fitful” at best, sitting up in an extremely sicrowded and cramped coach section of a Boeing 757. There may be precious little coherence and many, many typos here.
The bad news was the way we got delayed by almost an hour on leaving Los Angeles last night. What was supposed to be a redeye flight from LAX to Chicago, leaving at 11:59 PM, actually didn’t leave until more like 12:55. This was apparently caused by the flight attendants for our flight being diverted onto another flight which was having problems of its own. They were replaced with a flight crew that was up in the air on another flight that was just coming into LAX.
What was originally the worse news was the text message we got while waiting, letting us know that our connecting flight in Chicago had been cancelled already, nine hours ahead of time. A problem with the weather was blamed, with no further details available.
I went to the customer service kiosk at LAX and was rescheduled with a ludicrous alternative. Instead of a two hour layover in Chicago, we now had seven hour layover, followed by a connection to Newark and another long layover, finally getting us into Burlington about twelve hours late.
Not. Acceptable.
The good news was the way the United representative on the phone handled the problem and got us on a much better combination. We still were going through Newark and we still getting in about four hours later than expected, but still much better.
The even better news was that our luggage successfully followed us on the revised route and was waiting for us. That’s critical, because the Vuvuzela Of Sweet Sweet Victory was in one of those bags!
The beautiful news was that the fight to Newark and the flight to Burlington were less than 100% full and I was able to get a window seat for both:
The sun went bye bye. That’s my cue. I’m going to become an unconscious person for about twelve hours.
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