Okay, this post has nothing to do with trains, but I’ve always wanted to ride a train. Oh. wait. I think I can fit a train into the following narrative. It’s not big train, but it was a train.
Monday, I began to travel home in a good way. Annie came early to pick me up, and I was ready. We stopped and got coffee at starbucks for a treat, and then we headed to Dayton.
Flight from Dayton to Dallas. perfect. Arrive in Dallas. 10 minutes before taking off to Wichita. Thunderstorm #1. It was raining so hard you couldn’t even see past the tail of the plane. The flight was delayed 30 minutes, then an hour, then another 30 minutes. I ran to get food, and by the time, I got back the flight was cancelled!@ Ack!
It was either fly to Wichita the next day and sleep at the aiport, or fly to Oklahoma. So, I flew to Oklahoma City. Now, my parents had already driven over an hour to get to Wichita, but I called them, and they did a 180 and headed to OKC, 3 hours south.
That flight was seriously delayed, and I had the chance to take the airport’s mono-rail to extravegant Councourse D. (You see I did mention a train.) Lovely shopping, eating, and art, but no time to stay. Soon I was on the plane. It was time for take-off. Then, Thunderstorm #2. Rain swept across the tarmac in waves as the wind blew the plane side to side like a rocking horse. 45 minutes later, my parent’s were already in OKC, and I was just beginning to take off.
When I arrived at OKC, I headed down to the baggage claim where I got a big hug from my parents. However, my bag was not there with them to greet me. I assumed it probably was in Wichita, but the guy in the missing bag department didn’t believe me when I showed up. He said I had to wait until all the bagage was cleared from the carasol. The only problem was that the same 20 or so bags continued to go around the ramp while approximately 30 people were bagless. By the time, I got back to the office. There were 20 people with missing lugage ahead of me in line. Luckily, there’s a phone number, and you can report your missing bagage that way instead. It was only 15 minute wait on my cell phone to get an available representative.
So my parents and I leave OKC around 11:30 and finally arrive home about 1:30 am the next day. It was an adventure, but I’m thankful for understanding parents and other passengers who took the delays considerably well.
And my bag? It came 24 hours later. They found it in Wichita the next day, and then hired a currier to drive it out to the family farm. She arrived at 10:00 pm in the evening. I wondered how the lady handled it, driving off the highway, onto a blacktop road, and then down 1.4 miles of gravel. She didn’t seem to worried.
The End. Hopefully… I fly again tomorrow to visit my sisters in Austin. It’s OKC, Dallas, Austin. Last time, I made it in under 2 and half hours. May there be no more storms tomorrow!
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JoeyGirl Says:
June 21st, 2007 at 8:45 am
Okay, beautiful. You’re going to have to start blogging again. I’m not there anymore, and I want to live vicariously through you.
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