Let's just get straight to the point. I just bought my tickets out to the little city. Normally I have to fly to SLC and then drive the 4-5 hours to town, but GUESS WHAT?!
the flying world decided to be nice to me and LET ME FLY TO IF! That means no driving, and its just a quick nice convenient trip. plus I still only have 1 layover and that is it. no extreme hours or an entire day of traveling. can we just all take a moment to enjoy this with me, because the chances of my round trip flights being as cheap as it was this time probably won't happen again.
ok. that's enough. now why is it that I want to so badly avoid flying into slc?
well let me just tell you. about 2 weeks ago I got the privilege to fly out to school for a visit/job interview. the flight out west was.....pretty miserable. It started out with my sleeping an hour and leaving for the airport at 4:30 AM. I flew from flint to detroit, and normally this is supposed to be a 10 minute flight. they had built in some time for weather, and so that was fine. We boarded the TINY aircraft on time, and I got to my seat (way back window seat) we sit. and sit. and sit. and sit. and sit. 45 minutes pass. we're still sitting. 50 minutes we're still sitting. we're watching them defrost the wings. ok ok. for the first little bit it was a little entertaining. but i was tired. and I just wanted to get to the destination. we couldn't listen to music, or use our phones as we were still just sitting on the runway, and an hour has now passed. I start to really go crazy at this point. I hate small spaces and we have been sitting for the longest time. another 10 minutes pass. they still are defrosting. I have never so badly wanted off a plane, and I am still to this day convinced I could have done the job faster with an ice scraper. after an hour and a half we FINALLY take off. that was easily the longest flight of my life. in fact we were even late to detroit. a 10 minute flight is late.
WHAT A JOKE.
fast forward to the next flight to denver. i get on the plane, nbd, and we land. i go check the monitor to find my gate. I see the words that NO PASSENGER EVER WANTS TO SEE. CANCELED . I didn't want to just stand there, so I walked to the gate that it was supposed to all while trying to contact my parents. after a few failed attempts of no answers to any phone I called, I continued walking trying not to think so i wouldn't cry but really,i'm freaking out, but i continue to walk. finally my dad calls me back i tell him whats going on, but by this time i'm starting to tear up. my dad tells me "call delta, or talk to someone and tell them what is wrong" i answer by saying, i dont have their number, and i have no idea what i would say to them" "well what do you think you say, tell them that your flight is cancelled, and ask them what flight they're going to put you on" CLICK! i hung up. i didnt want to start full on crying right in the middle of the denver airport, because that was exactly what was about to happen.After calling him back, I was able to figure out how to solve the problem, and I was put on the next flight. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo I had survived.
I got to SLC and waited for my shuttle. It finally arrived, and I thought my nightmare had ended. it had not. About 2 hours into it, the Tire blew.and we ended up sitting on the side of the road until the next one came 2 hours later. It was insane.
so needless to say, I was over the whole traveling. Now do you get why I'm so excited to be able to have this chance?! WOOHOO! bring on school and traveling!
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