You guessed right: Detroit! Goddamn, this town sucks me back in like the bog surrounding the Legion of Doom's Darth-Vader-helmet headquarters. OK, here's the rundown for THIS trip...
I got to Newark for my flight (that airport needs some more fucking signs telling you where the fuck everything is) for my 7:55-10:00 flight into Detroit, connecting to Lansing, MI at 10:30. The flight is delayed until 8:30, giving exactly zero minutes connect time. And we knew, Beth and I both fucking knew, when I bought the ticket that this was exactly where the trip was going to go wrong. And it did. Now, I am in the center of the Delta/Northwest terminal looking around at half a dozen completely ghost town desks. Besides the blinking light telling me to see about my 'cnx' there ain't a fucking soul that's going to help me figure this shit out to be seen. I called useless customer service in lieu of anything better to do and was on hold for a good ten-fifteen minute stretch. Finally, a couple of agents show up, and of course take several minutes to get their equipment online. FUCK, I am thinking at the top of my brain's voice.
Now for the inevitable news: no way can I make the connection. Being as it was weather rather than overbooking, engine failure or other act of incompetence, they are not responsible for what happens to me next. Beth can't leave to pick me up until 10 pm (2 1/2 hour drive minimum) so I'm looking at a 1 am pickup and another 2 1/2 hours back on whatever shit weather Michigan decides to dump on us. Fuck that. I got a 'distressed travelers' rate on a hotel room in Detroit and we will stay there that night. Fine, all is good. Flight leaves, get to Detroit, go to hotel.
I got to Newark for my flight (that airport needs some more fucking signs telling you where the fuck everything is) for my 7:55-10:00 flight into Detroit, connecting to Lansing, MI at 10:30. The flight is delayed until 8:30, giving exactly zero minutes connect time. And we knew, Beth and I both fucking knew, when I bought the ticket that this was exactly where the trip was going to go wrong. And it did. Now, I am in the center of the Delta/Northwest terminal looking around at half a dozen completely ghost town desks. Besides the blinking light telling me to see about my 'cnx' there ain't a fucking soul that's going to help me figure this shit out to be seen. I called useless customer service in lieu of anything better to do and was on hold for a good ten-fifteen minute stretch. Finally, a couple of agents show up, and of course take several minutes to get their equipment online. FUCK, I am thinking at the top of my brain's voice.
Now for the inevitable news: no way can I make the connection. Being as it was weather rather than overbooking, engine failure or other act of incompetence, they are not responsible for what happens to me next. Beth can't leave to pick me up until 10 pm (2 1/2 hour drive minimum) so I'm looking at a 1 am pickup and another 2 1/2 hours back on whatever shit weather Michigan decides to dump on us. Fuck that. I got a 'distressed travelers' rate on a hotel room in Detroit and we will stay there that night. Fine, all is good. Flight leaves, get to Detroit, go to hotel.
Hotel never received confirmation from booking agency. There are no rooms. Argh. They take me a few blocks away to another hotel (pictured above- that sign says 'No Lifeguard on Duty') and I am finally in a goddamn room. Hooray.
Upshot is Beth got here around 12:30 (hence the delay in this post- I'm going to blog while my long-distance girlfriend is waiting?) and we are together for the weekend. So, yes, it was worth it again. At least I don't have anymore vouchers tempting me to fly this shitty airline again.
P.S. Sorry for all the cursing. I prefer my elocution to read more eloquently. I was just really frustrated.
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