The Wedding Part 1: Getting There
As I have posted a few times in the last month about my upcoming wedding, the big day happened this last weekend in South Lake Tahoe, CA. After almost seven years with my fiancé, we decided to tie the knot. Reba, my wife, did most of the planning and made sure everything was taken care of. But nothing could prepare us for the beginning of the trip.
The Start of the Day
We woke up around 7am on Friday. Our flight didn’t leave until 10:55am, so we were not too rushed as we had packed most of our stuff the night before. It was just a matter of adding a few last minute items in our luggage and then off to pick up my daughter and head to the airport.
We realized we took an extra 30 minutes, but not to worry as it was still just past 9am… still plenty of time. But then I needed to head back to the house to get my daughter’s birth certificate (she doesn’t have a drivers license yet). Ok grabbed that. Wait. Reba’s daughter Earth called. They were already at the airport and had forgotten a bag for Ayla (Reba’s granddaughter). So we drove the three blocks to their house to get the bag.
Checking the time… 9:45am.
Ok. A bit concerned about the time, but still confident. On the freeway and at the airport a few minutes after 10am. Not a problem as long as we are at security by no later than 10:30am. Waiting for the shuttle bus to take us to the terminal… waiting…. waiting…. more waiting.
Finally at 10:25am, we arrive at sky cap to check out bags. “We are sorry, but you will need to take your bags through security and check them at the gate.”
Ok, now starting to stress.
There is no line at security, with maybe 5 people waiting to go through the x-ray. This is good. Opps… forgot that I had a bag full of body wash and sunscreen that’s more than 3 oz. each. It gets tossed into the overflowing trash heap of other liquids that follow the dumb ass reactive banning of any type of liquid consumables.
Literally running to the gate, my daughter without her shoes on, beads of sweat running down my face, all of us have dry mouths…. we arrive at the gate.
10:48am. The flight leaves at 10:55am.
“We are sorry, but this flight is closed.”
What The Fuck! We stand there for a few minutes arguing with these snooty bitches who act like they own Delta Airlines.
“You will have to go over to the information counter to catch a later flight.”
Now at the information counter, the gentleman looks up our tickets and starts asking stupid questions about how we obtained our tickets [purchased from Delta.com, as it shows on the boarding passes we printed out].
“Because it was your fault you missed your flight and not Delta’s, you will need to pay $1,205.00 to be on standby for the next flight to Reno, which leaves at 3:25pm”
My response: “Are you fucking serious? Bullshit!” At this point, both Reba and I are livid and just in shock. My daughter is now putting on her shoes and wondering how she’s going to spend the next 4 hours in the airport.
Reba is now walking away from the gate, grabbing her printed boarding pass. During the time we were waiting for the parking shuttle bus to this point in time, she has been on the phone with Earth, who is on the plane with Ayla and her boyfriend Charlie.
Earth has been telling the crew on the plane that they can’t leave. “There are three passengers that still need to board. I am going to my mom’s wedding and she won’t even be there for it.” At this point, we have left the gate area and are heading up the escalator, considering going back to the car and driving to Tahoe.
11:05am. Reba’s cell phone rings again. It’s Earth.
“They are paging you at the gate. Go back to the gate now.” Reba hands me her phone as all of us run back to the gate.
We arrive back at the gate. At this point, I hand the cell phone back to Reba.
Snooty bitch #1 tells us “We are sorry, but the plane has left the gate. You cannot board.”
Our repeated response back, “No it hasn’t. The pilot is on the phone with me now and is telling us that we were paged back to the gate.”
“No one has paged you.” I look over and the phone is ringing and no one is picking it up.
“Uh… the phone is ringing. That may be the pilot calling you,” I said to Snooty bitch #2.
11:09am. Finally, the lone male at the counter picks up the phone. “You need to talk to the pilot.” He hands the phone to Snooty bitch #1. In a dejected tone of voice, she looks at us and says, “Let’s see your boarding passes”
As they open the door for us, they repeat their disgust with us that “we have held up 70 people from their flight.” We simply keep quiet, go through the door and run down to the gate to board the plane.
At this point, we are expecting all sorts of evil eyes from the already boarded passengers. Instead, we are met with a smiling crew ready to help smooth things over for us. It is this crew that renews my faith in Delta and keeping my continued traveling business with them. And while part of the reason was our fault we were running late, not all of the blame rested with us. We could have saved 20 minutes if the gate staff would have not copped an attitude and let us on the plane, as it was obviously still at the gate. Not to mentioned the shuttle bus driver who took his time getting out to pick us up.
Regardless, we were on the plane and headed for Reno, Happy and relieved.
“She’s the one. She got them on the plane”
Together and happy
“We made it. Now where’s our gin and tonics?”
Continued in Part 2: The Big Day
I have always been a fan of Delta because of their flight crews. Their other employees? Not always so thrilled with them. Can’t wait to read the rest of the story…
dagny – Yeah, this wasn’t the first time I was treated poorly by the gate crew. But the plane crew was stellar. Can’t say enough great things about how we were treated in the air.
I should be posting the next installment of the story tomorrow, with the final part on Sunday as part of Scooter Sunday.
Wow! What an adventure! I am glad it all got sorted out!
That’s awesome. I’ve never heard one of those airport stories that ended well. Whew!
Today is my 16th wedding anniversary. Here’s to hoping you guys have wonderful adventures in store.
For I can guarantee you will have more similar (and more harrowing) events in front of you together, and it’s your response to those events that makes the memory good or bad for the both of you.
tori – We were just happy it didn’t cost us extra or having to drive.
ajooja – Yeah, I’ve only heard bad ones where you sit at the airport for hours while waiting for the next flight.
whall – Thanks, Wayne. And Happy Anniversary to you and your wife. In the last 7 years we’ve been together, we’ve had a few experiences already. This one was a bit more harrowing than any others, but I can image we’ll more in store. And good or bad memories, they always will make a good blog post.
Wow. Congratulations sir. I wish all the best for you both. What a story though. I would have just laughed at the snooty bitches as you went through the gate. Take that bitches. Ha.
Your twats were so calm I never realized there was a BIG story hiding behind them! What great karma for you that they held the plane!
Sweet! It’s nice to know that airline travel isn’t completely dead! Are your trip photos on Flickr or something?
kevin – Oh trust me… we wanted to laugh and do one of those “In your face, bitches!” as we entered down the gate area, but at that point, we didn’t want to do anything to fuck up out chance to get on the plane.
winter – Hard to tell a story like that on Twitter. And we welcomed that karma.
dave2 – Yes, I praised that plane crew up and down. I will be be putting all of the pics on either Flickr or Picasa sometime next week.
You only left 20 mins late? That sounds pretty good to me! I can’t believe those employees were being so awful. Did you get their names so you can call and complain about them? 😉
kilax – Didn’t get their names, although I should have and reported them for their rude and un-professional behavior.
Wait…how does it feel to say “my wife”? Cause that’s what I want to know…phssst 😉
hilly – LOL… actually, I still refer to her as my finace to people (after over 5 years of doing that, it becomes a habit). I have to catch myself and change it to “wife”
I think you need a lot of gin & tonics after that one.
kapgar – Oh there were a lot (see the next post)