So Tuesday I headed out to Louisville. I was doing well on time and got to my airport an hour before my scheduled flight time. As I waited I enjoyed the free internet the awesome International Airport of Pensacola had to offer. I gathered all my stuff as it was getting close to boarding time an headed to my gate. I got there and there was no plane in site.
UM, wait I am supposed to be boarding right now and I only have 30 minutes between the time we land and the time my flight in Atlanta takes off. This is a bit worrisome to yours truly here. As I wait, time is ticking by. Speaking of time ticking does anyone realize how slow it goes when you are waiting to do something but when you need it to slow down it goes warp speed. The next thing I know it’s past the time we were supposed to take off and loading is only just starting.
As I am on the verge of having a mild panic attack I am thinking okay this doesn’t mean it’s bad, after all usually in the air you make up time so I will make it. Or so I keep telling myself. All is well and we have a tailwind which is good we will make it close to the time we were supposed to land, like 5 minutes late. I can book it and make my next flight. So we land…
and the gate is occupied….ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Okay, don’t panic, you can run and make it Toni. We finally board and I have 15 minutes until my flight is scheduled to leave and since everyone else is running behind surely it will be too.
If you have ever been to Atlanta airport you know there are concourses and I got out at one end of concourse A and have to make it to the other end of Concourse B….running….in boots. So off I run, make it to the train, off the train and book it to my gate with 3 minutes to spare…WOO HOO!
THERE IS NO PLANE! So now I am wondering did the gate change and I didn’t get the memo. I walk up to the desk to see what is going on and am informed that the plan left 10 minutes ago! WHAT!!!!????!!! It’s not supposed to leave for another ten minutes and I am scheduled for that flight. So she looks me up and says “Oh you were rescheduled because you weren’t going to be able to make it.”
As I try not to cry, collapse and have a heart attack as well as catch my breath enough to say “Are you kidding me” I am informed she is indeed not kidding and I don’t have a flight for an hour and a half. So in other words I was told in a round about way, I just tried to kill myself by running at full speed across a massive airport to make a flight that left early because you knew I wouldn’t make it! Not cool Delta, not cool.
I have decided it should not be illegal to have flights available that only have 30 minutes between them. You should not be able to purchase that flight option. Other than that my flights were uneventful and I was lucky not to end up in the hospital. It took me about an hour to get my breathing to normal, which is the wake up call I needed to realize, even though I am slim, I am not in shape.
Have you ever missed a flight or had a close connection like that?