May 15, 2009
For weeks we had planned our departure for a fun filled weekend to NY and CT with two of the kids. C was flying in from CA on the red eye and would meet us at the airport. The rest of us would arise early and drive to the airport. The debate was whether we should check one carry on bag. It made sense to bring a bit extra and also to be able to bring our shampoo.
Morning came early and there was more to do than expected. Running a bit behind we finally said our goodbyes to the remaining 5 and headed north. Soon the calls beeped in from C who was beginning to feel we were cutting it very close. I dropped the suitcase off at the curb along with the children and headed off to park the car. Since I was sitting on my phone C's several phone calls went unnoticed as he anxiously waited by the curb. When I was spotted, they all picked up the luggage and ran for the check in computer. Two minutes too late! The computer cut off our chances for checking in the bag. Confident that someone would help a platinum frequent flier, C led us to several lines. They all had the same shrug and inability to help.
The time came to begin stuffing all we had in the suitcase into our various bags. The compassionate Delta employee offered a garbage bag for our belongings and stood over us continually offering suggestions. The shampoo and other liquids went into the garbage can. Leaving our suitcase behind and carrying a large green garbage bag as my carry on, we began our sprint for the gate.
Of course the flight had to leave from terminal D. We checked our watches as we passed Terminals T-A-B & C on the shuttle train. Arriving in terminal D, C began to run up the corridor, only to turn away from the desk dejected. The plane was closed to boarders. Sigh!
The help phone was consulted with the option of guaranteeing 4 seats on the next flight (1:55 p.m.) for $100 each. Yikes. We decided to wait. The visions were that we'd all get to NY but on different flights. D and I made the hike back to the entrance and rescued our suitcase to put in the car. Sadly we were met by a very grumpy old man at the security when I tried to get my pock knife back. He explained that the pocket knife was gone and that it was being crushed up and that there was absolutely NO way I could look through the confiscated items.
We enjoyed a morning in the Delta Crown Room working on work and school (much to the kids delight - NOT!). Three hours before the flight was due to leave C called and was able to confirm the last 4 seats on the 1:55 p.m. flight. Hurrah!
Thankfully our day from there was fairly uneventful. We made the flight. D&E enjoyed the whole flying experience and we made it to NY before dark.
Next stop, Camp K-20 ....