February Firsts

After updating my status(and most likely boring my friends) with tales of my travel woes, I have had a couple of my favorite people in the world tell me that I should blog about it. Some of it will be funny, some maddening and some will have supporting pictures. I will try to do the whole black bar across the face to hide the identity of the innocent, but how innocent can you be if you expose your crack to everyone? More on that later...

I have no preconceived notions that anyone will actually read this but if you happen to stumble on my blog, I hope you can chuckle along with me or in some cases just laugh at me! 

This week's travels had more drama than a pre-teen slumber party. Okay, not quite that much (you moms will know what I am talking about) but its close!

You have heard all of the tales of people making bank when they volunteer to give up their seats right? Fables I tell you, pure fables! I swear they just tell you that to make you feel bad that you couldn't score a free ticket. You can hear the mocking voices now...Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got the golden ticket...

If you haven't heard, the new tactic is to overbook the seats on the plane, just in case some don't show up. Well, doggone it anyway, everyone shows up! Imagine that! Everyone who bought a seat on the plane, even seats that didn't exist, showed up! Who'd a figured?

So, I decide it's time for me to find the golden ticket like Charlie did. The $400 voucher sounded sooo good (hey, Florida is calling my name VERY LOUDLY, winter has been looooonnnnng). They dangled the bait, I bit and boy, did I get my lip ripped out by that hook! The gate lady tells me "oh, we can't get you to your destination until tomorrow". Well sorry, gate lady, that won't work and depression rolls in like a fog over Lake Superior when its 40 below. No Florida for me. :(

10 minutes, 10 minutes! later they announce that my flight from Detroit to Charleston is cancelled. Knowing there are others in the gate area that are going there too, I  run to the desk. Hey, don't hate the ninja fast moves! (Sorry dude, you have to route through Atlanta and won't get in until 10:30 pm) The OTHER gate lady tells me "I can book you to arrive at 3:30 today". EXCUSE ME? Did I hear you right? That's 3:30 today? I thought I heard HER (pointing at the offender) just tell me that she couldn't get me there until the next day? Deer in headlights look. HELLO! You could have made all our lives easier and just gave me the voucher, I would be booking my trip to the beach and all would be good. Is the story of free travel true or a myth? At this point, I am thinking total myth...

So, the crack story...it's one thing to see the whale tail when you really didn't want to see it on a girl. But you know what's even worse? No whale tail but just a big 'ol crack! I ain't talking plumber crack, thats like completely expected; gross but expected. If you have to bend over on a plane (or anywhere public for that matter), please think of others, we would like to keep our last meal in our stomachs. Just remember guys and gals...crack kills, just say no! 

Since I have been up since 3:35 am Eastern time, its time for me to get comatose in front of the telly. Who knows where my travels will send me next...