If you follow me on
Twitter (which you should..), you may have seen very late Sunday night me complaining about being stuck in Chicago. Friday morning I flew home for an early Thanksgiving with my family, and just for the weekend - not everyone could get together
on Thanksgiving so we just bumped it up a bit. It was also sort of last minute, booking the flight 2 weeks before (I never book flights that close), but it wasn't as expensive so it all worked out.
The weekend was really great because I got to be HOME for the first time since May. Of course I got to hang out with my family, and my sister and I went and saw Catching Fire on Saturday. I've never read any of the Hunger Games books - just because I'm lazy not because I don't want to - but for the traditional movie goer it was SO GOOD. I was reminded again why I refuse to have children. Seriously. Teach your kid to say "excuse me" when he walks through the row to get to and from his seat. And don't let your kid run all around the theater before the show starts. Sit down and shut up.
Anyways. I took the last flight out Sunday night (which connected through Chicago) so I could be with my family for a bit longer. I only had a 20 minute delay getting out of Pittsburgh, which was no big deal. Get to Chicago around 7PM, where I don't fly out until 9:05PM. Okay, no problem. I grab a slice of pizza for dinner, walk through each of the terminals and get back to the departure gate around 8. I'm sitting there with everyone else on our flight when I get an email from Southwest saying my flight has changed. New departure time? 11:40PM. I'm sorry, WHAT!?
Okay, probably because of weather. Fine. 10 minutes later, another email saying it's pushed back to 12:40AM. Are you kidding me!? At this point I had been traveling/in an airport since 4:30PM (Eastern time mind you, Chicago & Memphis are in Central time). I'm highly annoyed but decide not to make a scene about it because a) that's stupid and no one wants to be that person and b) everyone else on our flight is in the same boat (or plane) and we're all stuck together.
The departure time was brought back to midnight, but after we finally got our flight crew and everything we didn't leave until 12:20AM. Last flight out of Chicago and last flight into Memphis. So not only were we forced to be delayed, all those poor airline/airport employees had to wait. By the time I got my luggage, got back to my car and into my apartment, it was 3AM. I was suppose to get into Memphis at 11:30. 3.5 hours later, I crashed and had one of the deepest sleeps yet. Yes, I know it's Tuesday but I'm still exhausted.
I'm flying home at Christmas and I'm really hoping the weather holds up, but knowing my luck I'll be delayed for each flight. For Thanksgiving I'll probably be one of the crazy people at Best Buy at 6PM Thursday, since I don't have a family to celebrate with. I probably won't buy anything but Ho Ho Ho and all that jazz, right?
I hope you have a great Thanksgiving with your loved ones!
Don't be that crazy woman/man who is a huge dick to everyone on Black Friday. :)