It’s taken me a week to muster the energy to post about my flight from hell.
Last weekend I took Brinn and Shaye to Kansas City.
The idea of flying was a tad scary. I had Shaye strapped to me in her carrier in front, behind me the diaper bag backpack, and Brinn in her carseat on wheels that I dragged with 1 hand, while drudging my carry-on with the other. The flights to Missouri were fine.
The flights home were an entirely different story.
8:30am we get dropped off at the airport.
The 1st flight was at 10. I get Brinn buckled in her carseat on the plane, and she completely lost her mind. Out of nowhere a panic attack beast took over and she screamed bloody murder, while kicking the seat in front of me (occupied by a miserable woman even before the fit, dear God shoot me now) . She screamed for an hour, hyperventilating and seeing “bugs, dragons! There they are! DON’T YOU SEE!!! AHHHHH” Hallucinations on a plane? You must be joking, and here I am trapped.
The flight from hell ended, and a man overheard me telling Bob the horror story. He stopped me and said he worked at a children’s hospital and Brinn’s lack of oxygen from the hyperventilating was causing her to see spots (bugs, dragons) .
She calms down. Eats. The next flight is at 2:30, I cannot wait to get home.
At 2:30 they don’t say much but change the flight time on the board to 2:45.
And 3:00.
And 3:30. We’re waiting on a pilot from another city, it’ll be another hour.
You don’t say, now it’s 4:30, and that pilot doesn’t have clearance to fly.
And 5, when the plane has maintenance issues. It will be any minute now.
I see a bunch of rowdy men plow onto another flight, that were on my flight. They ditched their luggage so they could go home ASAP. Funny, I didn’t even have luggage. The girl reassures me I have nothing to worry about, we’ll be boarding any minute.
I’m walking around now trying to keep Brinn contained to the carseat because she’s once again about to lose her mind, poor Shaye is crying in the carrier because she’s sick of being my Siamese twin.
At 5:30, the flight was cancelled. So the 17 or so of us who still needed to get home now had to claw and beg our way onto other flights with different airlines.
I am still boggled that the bitch lied to my face three times, regardless of the fact I had 2 small children, yet helped those guys with Vegas hangovers get on the earlier flight.
I went over to a different desk and cried. I begged them to please help me find a flight, I had nothing for the baby to eat at that point. I didn’t intend on being in the Cincinnati airport for eight horrible hours.
They book me on the 8 flight.
That got bumped to 8:30.
And 8:45…(for de-icing of course)
We finally load about 9:15, and sit on the effing tarmac for an hour for….DE-ICING.
Needless to say it was definitely a “worst case scenario” of events, and the people who work for Delta that I was stuck dealing with were complete TOOLS. I’ve never seen such wretched customer service and disregard for children. They could have cared less, and I hate them.
