Venting

I'm officially annoyed with traveling...mostly just flying. A co-worker and I had to fly to Austin yesterday for a quick one night/two day trip for a committee meeting. After the meeting, we rushed to the airport to try and make our 3:15 pm flight to Tulsa. We ran. For nothing.

We boarded our flight and sat on the plane for TWO AND A HALF HOURS. Apparently there were thunderstorms in Dallas (where our flight connected) and we couldn't leave Austin until they cleared. After the 2.5 butt-numbing experience, they taxied back to the gate and let us get off the plane and stretch our legs/get something to eat/use the restroom. 45 minutes later we got to board our flight. Meanwhile, we missed our 5:30 connection from Dallas to Tulsa.

By 8:00 we finally pulled up to the Dallas gate, deboarded to enter the most chaotic of all situations. People. Everywhere. Lines forever long. We got in line and when we finally reached the counter, the ticket agent graciously gave us an upgrade to the next flight out (leaving at 10:55 pm) for free. We were stoked. Changed into something more comfortable (thank goodness for clothes in your carryon!), then we went to our gate to camp out. While minding our own business, a gentleman sitting next to us asked if we were on the 10:55 to Tulsa. Bad News: it was cancelled. UGH!

So now I am sitting here in the Dallas Love airport holding a ticket to Tulsa departing at midnight. Yes midnight. I am tired and I want nothing more than to be home right now.

In Austin, I bought a couple of magazines while we were waiting to reboard the plane. As I was walking away from the counter, the cashier politely said "Have a great day." Being the optimist that I am responded with "It can only get better." What happened to the power of the tongue, b/c I'm pretty sure it only got worse from there. Sigh.