Saturday, October 22, 2022

Miami, I Hate You.

We dropped Harley off and Grams who proceeded to make us all snack bags filled with salty snack and sweet treats. A quick drive to Truckee to the Full Belly Deli because it was on triple D which is Guy Fieri’s show Diner Drive-ins and Dives. Their positions were huge and the sandwich was quite good. Fresh and delicious. We figured that was better than airport food so it was a great pit stop. 


Next we went to overflow parking because apparently the world has reopened and we all travel now. One shuttle later we were in the security line waiting for them to confiscate Jacob’s pocketknife which accidentally made it into his bag. Oops!


A 3 hour flight to Dallas and we landed at a gate with Katie waiting for us! A miracle of scheduling allowed us to meet up at DFW for the second leg of our trip. Sadly this meet up was interrupted by us rushing to get dinner since we had only about 20 minutes before we started boarding the next flight. Wetzels Pretzels had the shortest line so they won our business, only to get back to our gate and find it delayed. And then delayed more. And then delayed and finally we hear that it’s a broken seat. A seat? Just one, we wondered. Leave it empty! Ugh. Delayed some more. Now we need a new plane. New gate. Departing about two hours late…. We tried to make the best of it exploring the pretty airport and throwing a frisbee. 


At this point things move fast and we board the plane and think we are finally getting moving, but no. The pilot, who casually mentions that it was the first mates seat that was broken in the old plane, and who clearly never had any training in bedside manner or deescalate on techniques, comes on the loudspeaker and says that they’ve found some liquid on the belly of the plane and have to get it checked out. Just a few more minutes. We groan. Are you kidding? Why did we even board?


Then, okay, we’re good to go! It’s apparently “water condensation but I don’t know why it’s green, but the mechanic knows more than I do so we should be departing soon.” These were the words out of his mouth. Are you fucking kidding me? Who says that???? Why IS it green Bob? Huh!?! Tell me why water is green and why we are choosing to fly on a plane that you just said has green liquid oozing from its belly? Oh. My. God. 


Two hours later, some tears, only a small panic attack,  and one inflight movie completed and we are landed in Miami and I may never say again how glad I am to be in Florida. So glad. 


We grabbed Katie’s bag from baggage claim…yes they made her gate check it due to overcrowding, and no, thank goodness they didn’t lose it this time. We get two cabs for our one mile drive to the overnight stay at La Quinta and experience what can only be described as a 4am cab ride. That cabbie needs a new transmission. 


We arrive, and with eager faces ask for our rooms. I had called hours earlier to tell them about our flight delays and they said check in anytime was fine. They don’t have a room. Let alone two. They canceled our reservation because my card didn’t run. Oh yeah, my credit card was stolen months ago and I had to get a new one. Oh yeah, that whole ordeal. Don’t freak out. We passed a few other hotels and there are many around us. 


The Hyatt was our home for the evening with the promise of a delightful breakfast in a much prettier package than the La Quinta was offering. It was nearly 5am before our heads hit pillows and that’s 2am California time which is like five hours after I start yawning for bed. I told the crew I was setting my alarm for that free luxury breakfast and they called me crazy. 



Crazy enough. 

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