I was supposed to be flying to Chicago today for a meeting at the National Association of Realtors headquarters tomorrow. It didn’t happen. It started with a 2-hour delay before I even left the house, then repeated 30- to 45-minute delays that lasted for six hours. Apparently the plane need maintenance. Five hours after we were originally scheduled to depart, this cart of pizzas showed up – not a good sign. They fed us while a second plane came in and we waited for a repair crew to show up.
The second plane in from Chicago arrived, and a bunch of us jumped to switch flights to that one. That one also needed maintenance (don’t worry, they said, the repair guy has fixed this problem before – but no they wouldn’t tell us what was wrong). So I jumped back to the original flight after they swore it would take off around 6 p.m. Back to flight one, and then we’re delayed once again another 30 to 45 minutes.
I tried to hop back on flight two. As I was entering the gate I realized they routed me from Harrisburg to Detroit to Wisconsin – not Chicago. I backed off that flight and asked to be routed to Chicago again. Fine – but now they said that due to the delays I could get to Detroit but I’d be stuck. I would miss the last flight out to Chicago Midway. Fine. Get me to O’Hare. They get me on the O’Hare flight getting in at midnight. I missed dinner in Chicago but that’s okay – I can make the meeting the next day. Then the gate worker says how will I get home?
What? I’m already booked on the 6 pm flight out of Midway the next day, right? Nope. That flight was already cancelled for some reason so I had no ticket home. After seven hours at the airport I decided some higher being was telling me I didn’t need to fly today. Nobody puts so many roadblocks in your way if you’re meant to fly. I took it as a sign from above and drove home, arriving back where I had started 10 hours before.