Argh! Airline hell… SO and I experienced this last Christmas, which is the primary reason why we stayed home this Christmas.
Last year, I was flying from Denver to a small town in Michigan. SO was flying from Denver to San Antonio TX, spending Christmas Day with his family, then joining me in Michigan through New Year’s Day. We both had flights leaving Denver at 7 am on Dec. 23. We left his house at 4:15am (it’s a 1 hour drive to the airport.) We arrived at the airport - no parking. We finally park in what was not quite a parking spot, and start to hustle to the airport proper. Usually, there’s shuttles that take you from the outlying parking lots to the airport. Not this morning. By the time we got into the airport, it was after 6am. We take our luggage to the skycaps, who told us our gate numbers. We run to our separate gates. I get there with about 5 minutes to spare, only to find the skycap had given me the WRONG gate number. By the time I get to my REAL gate, the plane has left.
I stand in line for 30 minutes to try to get on another flight. I find out that SO’s flight has been cancelled due to mechanical failure. They try to get me on another flight, but it basically comes down to it being MY fault that I missed my flight, so I’m like 1 billion down on the list to get on another flight. I wander around the airport, and actually find SO. We are NOT happy. Finally, I get on a flight to Chicago, with about a 10% chance of getting on a connection to my hometown. Nevertheless, I wait around for 5 hours in O’hare. At first, I’m #1 on the list to get on the last flight out. By the time the flight leaves, I’m #10 on the list because of some sort of strange rating system they use. I do not get on the flight, PLUS I get to pay for a hotel room in Chicago because, after all, it’s MY fault I missed my original flight.
SO gets to San Antonio OK. On the 27th, he flies to Michigan with few problems.
We are scheduled to leave MI for Denver on the 3rd. There’s a HUGE snowstorm, and O’Hare is closed, so they cancelled our flight. We spend an hour at the airport in Michigan getting our flights all set for the next day. It was quite an ordeal, as the storm had closed the entire midwest. Finally, we get a flight to Denver. We show up the next morning, only to find that they booked ME on the flight, and SO on some totally different flight that arrives in Denver several hours after mine. We are VERY PISSED, as we spent an hour at the airport in person not 12 hours previously, and they told us everything was all set. Luckily, someone doesn’t show up for the flight I’m on, and they get SO on the flight. This time, we’re going through Milwaukee. Another lucky occurance, and we get on a flight to Denver. We vow never ever ever to fly at Christmas again.