After all those weeks traveling to, in and from Europe
without really any problems to speak of, it was easy to become complacent and
forget the ongoing threat that is the Magical Unicorn Pony God of Travel. But on Monday as I was getting reminded that
horned juvenile godlet never forgets when there is vengeance on its mind.
The battle we had was not high-minded battle of minds. This was brutal street fight. MUPGT let it be known right from the start
that we were going to be at war when before I even left the house, I got a text
from the airline that my connecting flight from Houston to Chicago was canceled
and I was put on a later flight then one text, and then another, each telling me
that my flight from Albuquerque to Houston was being postponed later and
later. We were running two hours late
when I got to the airport at 1 PM.
I saw that a flight scheduled for 10:30 AM was running four
hours late. My flight to Houston kept
being put back. Unicorn Pony God was
just whacking me again and again with horn and hoof. I picked myself up and went to my friends at
the premier desk and got myself rebooked on flight going through Denver. Hah! Take that little horse with horns godling!
Literally minutes after my rebooking phone call a text comes
in telling me that my Albuquerque to Denver flight is pushed back by
hours.
“Ha stupid human de-I take that! There's is no way you’re going to get to
Chicago!”
Back on the phone with premier desk – I’m going to miss my
connection in Denver so I get saved on the next and last one. More delays on the Albuquerque to Denver
flight but that’s OK because both my original Albuquerque to Houston and
Houston to Chicago flights have now been canceled and I would have been screwed if I had stayed on that route. So this is the only route open for me.
One-horned Pony God keeps throwing delays at me. I check hotels in Denver (thank you AinA for
Booking.com app!) and there are plenty of rooms. If necessary, I will spend over night there. I get myself a back-up reservation for a 6 AM flight on Tuesday. Our flight finally comes in. It is 8 PM and we will be 8:30 before we get
off. It will be near impossible make my
connection in Denver.
MUGPT –“Yes, yes, yes, yes, I have defeated you de-I. Go rot in your hotel in Denver and then see
how I screw up your attempts on Tuesday morning. Bwahahahahaha.”
But de-I is the Zen warrior of business travel. There is no panic. What will be will be. Our flight gets into Denver. It is a tiny regional jet. I have to spend valuable time waiting for my
bag. Normally this flight would be at a gate
way the hell out requiring a very long walk to get to the main set of
gates. But de-I uses some of his
accumulated luck and has the plane arrive just 10 gates away from the departing
gate. As I get into the main terminal I
hear the final announcement for my flight.
No panic. No running though
walking is with purpose. I can feel the
semi-divine equine juvenile realizing that I’m slipping through its grasp. I arrive at the gate. They are getting ready to close the
plane. I’m the last person aboard.
“Noooooooo, how can I have failed! de-I I hate you!”
To rub salt in the wound, I get a first class upgrade and
there is plenty of room for my overhead bag.
I finally get into Chicago at 1:30 and to my partner’s at 2 AM. But I’m there, bruised and battered but
victorious.
4 comments:
All hail to de-I, the Zen warrior of business travel, for his victory!!
holy crap, what a nightmare flight. What was the cause of all the delays - weather?
Yes, huge storms all throughout Texas
And I thought unicorns were supposed to be sweet and kind!
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