Oh, brother.
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aadlerMinor suck, but suck nonetheless.
[ First, let’s understand that when I say ‘Nebraska’, I’m referring to a roughly similar state that is not, in fact, Nebraska. That means I don’t have to keep putting quote-marks around the word to let you know “Not really, this is just the label I’m using,” because, really, that’s just the label I’m using. ]
The trip to Nebraska worked out well enough, with minor glitches: our initial flight was delayed about half an hour, but we had a close margin on our connecting flight. So close that we had little hope that we could bridge the difference, but surprise! it happened. The crew of the plane we were on coordinated with the airline as soon as we landed, the other passengers were asked to remain seated long enough for us to exit first, we went OUT one door and DOWN one set of stairs and INTO the terminal and directly OUT of the terminal again (seriously, we walked around a desk and out a door and were right back outside) and UP the next set of stairs, and transitioned from Flight One to Flight Two in perhaps three minutes. Miraculously, the airline even managed — within that ridiculously small window — to find our single bag and get it from one plane to the next, so that we arrived at our final destination exactly on time and with all our possessions intact.
The trip back … well. That’s still ongoing, so final details aren’t in yet. However —
We left the airport in Nebraska and flew to Chicago O’Hare, with only a minor delay and plenty of time to catch the connecting flight. Problem was, once we went to the big board to find out what gate to seek for the second leg, we learned that our connecting flight had been canceled. Found the customer service desk to ask what we needed to do, and of course all flights to our destination city had been canceled, due to weather. For the next two days. So we set up to go to a different Nearby Big City tomorrow morning (we live in a corner of one state, reasonably close to major airports in two other states), from whence we’ll rent a car and drive the rest of the way home. Also means staying overnight at the O’Hare, but every one of us, singly or in company, have dealt with worse.
That established, we then called our daughter — because, remember, we added her to a trip package already in place, so she’s been on a slightly different itinerary — to let her know what we’d done and see if she could make similar arrangements to show up at more or less the same time at the same Nearby Big City … Nope. She never got out of the Nebraska airport. Her initial outgoing flight was delayed, and then she got the word somehow (even before we landed at Chicago) that her final destination flight had been canceled. She arranged to reschedule the exact same route for Tuesday, when our original airport is supposed to be open. Then she had another minor matter to deal with: her phone had been glitching and she’d wanted to be able to coordinate with us as we followed different routes to wind up in the same place, so she’d traded phones with her brother (traveling with Susan and me), meaning she now didn’t have her own phone with all its memory. That being so, she called the only number in Nebraska that she had committed to memory.
That of her ex-fiancé.
With whom she’ll be staying until she leaves Tuesday afternoon.
No-o-ooo way that could trigger any kind of emotional turmoil. With us several states away, and days before anything can be done about it.
Okay. Okay. That’s what the situation is now. We’ll see what it’s like tomorrow, and the day after, when those days arrive.
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