I have this whole post to tell you about the #140 conference, Detroit, the fiasco at the airport yesterday.
But, frankly, I didn’t write that much when I had two working hand.
So, we’ll go with one.
It all started when we got lost in downtown Detrot on our way to the airport. I called to tell them we were coming and their response was ,”Drive Faster.” We checked in, valeted the car (which if we could have checked, we would have), ran through security, flew barefoot through the airport to make it to our gate at 11:48.
Our plane departed at 12:00.
We were late, but there.
Then we noticed something.
Our plane with door shut. The rep from Delta said, “We saw you check in, figured you wouldn’t make it. We had to sell your seat.”
They couldn’t get us on the 1:45 flight.
Don’t even look at me.
I was tweeting the events to @DeltaAssist, Brian Shelton (AN ANGEL) was on the phone with Delta helping us, Amanda was trying to not strangle the reps who wouldn’t help us, and Pete was at home coming up with a plan because all my meds were in our suitcases that WERE going to Atlanta.
Delta wanted to charge us for tranfering tickets.
Oh, it gets better!!
We do finally get on an airplane and get to Atlanta and land.
The bag with all my wheelchair parts? Missing.
Amanda’s connecting flight to Jacksonville? Huh?
Our luggage? WHAT luggage?
We found Pete.
I bawled like a baby that’s just been slapped when someone is called “inspirational”.
After a few hours and departments and red jackets it was all straight.
Wheelchair parts. Found in baggage claim where it’s not supposed to be.
Amanda’s flight. I don’t want to know but they got her home.
Luggage. They found ours.
I got food, I got to hug my kids, I got to sleep in my bed.
Oh, the conference was great.