So the airline gods took a few more opportunities to defecate on us before we got home. Our flight was delayed because the passengers on the plane didn't match the passengers who were listed in the computer as being checked in. I suspect it was a glitch relating to the fact that everyone checked in twice and that there was someone who took an alternate way out last night was still listed as being checked in, but whatever it was, it took a while to resolve it.
Adding some entertainment value was Crazy Lady. Crazy Lady earned that nickname last night when she exploded at the gate agent who was trying to explain our situation last night after they kicked us off the plane. While we were going off to get our luggage and go to a hotel, she was yelling and screaming and pissing and moaning at people whose fault this totally wasn't and screaming about lawsuits.
When we were told that they couldn't close the doors because of the passenger list discrepancy, she again exploded, but this time while in her seat. It got to the point where she drove a flight attendant to tears and caused the pilot to come out and threaten to have her escorted off the plane -- a threat he then was forced to follow through on when she wouldn't shut the fuck up.
As she was escorted off the plane, she kept saying, "I'll be put on another flight, right?" Yeah, probably eventually, but as she was being brought into TSA's loving arms, I was thinking that she was the one person there who was going to have a worse day than the rest of us.
Anyhow, we finally
took off (to raucous applause), got to LaGuardia on time, pulled into the gate -- and then no one had any idea which baggage claim we were going to because our flight wasn't actually listed anywhere, as the flight's official date was yesterday, so it wasn't on the board or on the web site or anywhere. It was THE PHANTOM FLIGHT!!!!
Turns out, though, that American Eagle only had the two baggage claim carousels, and our stuff eventually showed up on one of them. helgabee
picked us up and brought us to the Yellow Submarine (where our car was -- no alternate side in my parents' neighborhood, so we left it there while we were one), and then we came home to a very happy dog, a very frisky (and noticeably bigger) kitten, and a mostly indifferent pair of cats.
We slept, y'know, a lot, though I didn't sleep as much as I'd like. I'm in that kind of too-awake-to-sleep-but-too-tired-to-do-a
nything fugue states, which kinda sucks.
But we're home. And that's all that matters. Whew.
It was a great vacation, but man did the ending suck....
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: "One Good Christian Man" by Michael McCloud