A doctor threw up next to me. (at least it wasn’t on me)
I was returning from a meeting I had been sent to with my boss. We were packed into a small buss on the way to the Chicago O’hare airport when the man decided he was going to get sick. He even announced his intentions. Now, on this bus was a mix of doctors and nurses and who actually tried to solve this? –the nurses.
Was the end of the adventure: Oh no.
Too make it more fun, it was snowing; those big fat wet flakes that stick and turns to slush. We made it to the airport and you know what they did? You guessed it: They canceled the damn flight ten minutes before boarding. (Do you see a trend here; it's not pretty)
The next flight to Huntsville was 0710 in the morning and they couldn’t get me on any other one; but they would put me up in a hotel (oh yay...). My boss (whom I was traveling with) and I looked at each other and went back to the gate; the flight before was still boarding, but it was going to Nashville. We took it.
That's when I got a brilliant idea: I volunteered my husband to come pick us up in Nashville; but that only works if the person in question can be communicated with. My battery was low on the cell phone and he was not near a phone. (I mean it was 70 degrees in Huntsville and he and the kids were outside; why would they be in side awaiting my call?) It also helps if you remember the flight number. (I think I need to take more Ginko.) Bottom line; no one would pick us up in Nashville.
Then our plane sat on the tarmac for over an hour as they de-iced the plane. Gee, were they going to cancel this one too?
There is something eery about seeing planes line up with it snowing so hard you cannot see the airport itself and watch as one by one they take off with really no visual to go by.--Now I know why I am not a pilot.
My boss and I did get to Nashville and rented a car to drive to Huntsville. Honestly, I really hope I didn’t say anything too stupid, because I was a bit loopy by that time. We made it to the Huntsville Airport with out incident (and did you know my boss does not use turn signals? Guess who's driving the next time?--ME).
I forgot to call my husband and tell him he was picking me up at the Huntsville Airport.
I did make it home.
So tell me, what kind of crazy travel experience have you had? Was it good? Bad? Funny? How does it help your writing? -it just helps my sarcasm.