I hope everyone is having a wonderful week!
My week was supposed to be incredibly fun but due to our travel mishaps (over and over) it was less than that.
On our way to NC, we encountered a 3 hour delay on Delta (due to increased heat during the day which lead to our plane being too heavy to get off the ground-I may not be a flight engineer but I do know that is it HOT in August-who in the world was not planning on heat on August 19???-for the love of Pete)!
Due to the afore mentioned but clearly unplanned heat in the midst of summer delay-we missed our connecting flight in Atlanta. We also missed our later (last minute re booked stand by flight) so we were on the hook for an early next morning flight out of Atlanta. But seriously, where on earth were we staying in Atlanta?? We didn’t know until we landed at 10:30pm.
Delta said we would be taken care of by several agents helping us once we got off the plane. There was one agent and a long line. The poor agent gave us a voucher to stay at a local motel although informed us we would not be getting our luggage…. uh what’s that?? You aren’t unloading the plane even though we missed our connecting flight, our rental car in NC, AND our hotel room in NC?? Apparently getting the luggage off the plane would take several hours even though they normally haul luggage off a plane.
They gave us each a mini bag with lotion, razor, toothpaste and toothbrush with a regular hair brush. That’s peachy, I have no clean clothes or underwear and I can’t wash my face but I can brush my teeth and my hair?? Perfect -at least yours truly has a wig and can just put this baby over her unwashed hair -makeup still caked on face-sweaty body-after a freaking long flight. (I did wash my underwear in the sink with a bar of soap and took a bath-thankfully)
And that’s not the end!
We finally get to Asheville NC -I’m still wearing clothes and makeup from yesterday but we’ve landed and are getting the rental car….maybe. The cashier at Budget Rental sends us down to the parking garage where she says someone will meet us and bring our rental …. we wait, and wait, and wait… by this time I’m a little on edge! A couple of older gentlemen drive by with a white van (uh wait, weren’t we supposed to get a white van? Where is it going and why??)
So hubby takes off across the parking garage chasing the white van. Three rows over he is talking to them, still talking, still talking (meanwhile I am losing it-somebody feed me quick!) I yell out “Mike! Is that our van”?? In my loudest voice….
He yells back that they are trying to figure it out. So I have no more nerves left and I grab all our bags at once and stomp across the parking garage. I guess it’s our vehicle cause the two attendants walk away, but I get Mikes attention to open the hatch. And…nothing… we finally realize that they gave us the wrong keys which is really a cruel joke after the trip we’ve had. Mike races after them so they don’t leave the garage (it’s unmanned btw) and has an argument with the attendant because he doesn’t think he gave Mike the wrong keys until he finds them on his ring clipped on his belt!
Can you believe these series of events???
The above events are true and I will share the return fiasco in my next post! This is a trip to truly remember!