Trip of HELL
Many of you know I made the trip back to utah.. yet no one knows my story.. lol.. this story should be on Ripley's believe it or not...
So i set out on my journey leaving the great city of lindsborg and traveling down to Wichita.. Me and my assistant coach just talking about how much we hate a certain person.. lol.. its amazing to me how people can bond over hating someone.. :)
Well we show up at the airport and i go in to get my ticket.. At this point i'm not too happy cause i know that i fly into Arizona and i have a 3 hour lay over.. i hate lay overs.. they are boring.. come on America West.. with all the money you make every year can't you lower the price's for college students? I guess not.. i guess i have to fly in the wrong direction for 2 hours and wait for 3 hours in order to get a good price...
Well regardless of that.. i show up to the front and the lady at the front counter tells me i'm not booked to fly.. she can't find my reservations in the computer... after many phone calls we find out that the lady my mom booked the flight through made a mistake and booked me to fly out of kansas city.. which is about 4 hours from Wichita.. At this point I kept my cool due to the fact i knew it was a mistake and they would fix it.. they did and i would still catch the same plane out of Arizona.. so it was no big deal. I go through security and i was one of the "lucky" people to be picked to have someone come over and feel me up.. You know you haven't made out with a chick in a while when you find yourself gettin kicks from the 60 year old security lady feelin you up...
I get my shoes and backpack back in one peice and board the plane..The plane was very small which suprised me.. I kind of expected a bigger plane going out than coming in due to the fact that i don't think they have thousands of people begging to fly into Wichita.. but i did think maybe they'd have a couple grand tryin to get out! The plane only had 4 seats across.. window seat, Isle seat then the Isle. and the same on the other side.. I get in my seat.. which was a window seat.. and right as i sit down i see this fat guy get on the plane.. this guy wasn't just fat.. he was pushin 500 pounds easy.. My brain automatically went into panic mode and i knew.. with my luck. i was going to sit next to him for 2 hours... and sure enough he came and plopped down next to me.. squishing me into the window.. but thats just my luck... i mean.. there were like 3 hot girls on my plane.. there is ALWAYS atleast one hot girl when i fly.. why can't i sit next to her? Nope.. instead i always sit next to the mom with the crying baby.. the old lady who tells me about the color of her shit or in this case.. the fat guy..
After the two hours of flight i was just about to get used to the stentch of this man and we finally got to arizona.. Our plane lands and at this point i'm starving.. i haven't had anything all day. I called my mom and she assured me that there was money in the ATM. I search around.. and there is no ATM.. i go to a man who worked there and he told me the only ATM that is in the airport is on the other side of security.. he also said that with the line that is on the other side is about 2 or 3 hours long.. and i was hungry but not THAT hungry. so i decided to just gut it up cause i'd be home soon.
My plane was set to leave at 7.. then an announcement came at 6:45 that my plane was going to be set back to 7:50... "ah no big deal.. just another hour" i thought as i burried my head back down to my writing.. i was tryin to finish a chapter anyway so it just gave me more time... then at 7:30 they announced they were changing gates and my plane was going to leave at 8:15.. now it was starting to get to me.. come on.. i'm payin the sum of 4 car payments and 3 months of insurance for this stupid ticket.. the least you could do is be on time. Well i take the long walk across the airport and get to the gate.. and as i get there i see that the time has changed to 9:05.... I'm pissed but at this point what can i do right? Then about 20 min. later.. wouldn't you know it the time changes to 10:15 and moves the gate back to the original gate. As i picked up my stuff and made the treck back to the gate i pictured myself stabbing whoever owns America West in the face.. yes.. directly in the face.. watching him bleed all over his nice suit and as he lays there screaming..i'd say "hey leader of america west.. your airline sucks.. yes i said it SUCKS.. america west.. huh.. more like america WORST.. die you anti-on-time bastard."
OK.. I probably wouldn't do that.. but i can think that.. So back to reality i'm sitting at the gate and around 10:00 they announce that they are getting a new plane cause ours had something wrong with the tires.. the new time was 10:45.. then 11:20 then 11:50.. finally at midnight they announce our flight has been cancelled and tell us they will put us in a hotel over night and to be back at 6am for a 7:30 flight. so i call the hotel and have them send a shuttle. the guy tells me he'll be there in 15 min and to stand out door number 3... a half hour later i call back to see where he is.. "i just left with a group of people.. were you standing out door 4?" ya.. he made a mistake and told me to stand on the other side of the airport. so he tells me he'll be back in a half hour. so i go out door 4 and wait and when he pulls up about 15 people load the van and leave me standing on the curb. He says he's sorry but he'll be back in another half hour.... its 1:00.. i'm starving and BEYOND pissed at this point but once again.. nothing i can do. he gets back at 1:30 and me and 12 other people board the van in hopes to get to the hotel to get some sleep. the driver takes off and is the worst driver ever... he's CRAZY.. i'm not talkin about 16 year old girl who doesn't know how to drive crazy.. i'm talkin about old asian crazy.. you know what i'm talkin about... there is nothing scarier than an old asian behind the wheel.. and although this guy was white.. his skills seemed to be from across the globe. the sound of the seat belts clicking told me all 12 passengers agreed with my thoughts. i reached across to buckle my seat belt.. only to find my seat belt was broken.. For some reason the whole situation made me laugh.. as i laughed aloud i tried to ignore the stares of the other frustrated passengers.. i didn't care.. i kept asking myself ''WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG'' my quesion was answered when i didn't get the wake up call i asked for the next moring.. luckily i woke up anyway... the flight left on time and i arrived safely in utah.. Although i have a lot on my mind with surgery coming up and stuff.. my biggest concern is to make sure i don't fly with america west anytime soon...
