So I am pretty sure that I now have better understanding of Dante's Inferno..in fact, I think that Jess and I have discovered the 10th layer of hell..it is the DENVER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. By the time we landed in Little Rock, we had spent 39 hours in the airport, yep, thats a full work week in two days!
We started the descent at 7 am in Edmonton only to be delayed two hours because the plane was frozen. I guess that is what happens in -33 temperature. They finally let us fly comma however the water system was still frozen. Translation, no coffee, tea or TOILETS. Thats right, a three hour flight with no toilets. But since I was about to explode since of course I drank a 20 ounce coke before boarding the plane, I had to go in the "porta potty"...and let me tell you it was reminiscent of Sunday night at Riverfest. We landed with 10 minutes before our connecting flight in Denver. Jess took off in a dead sprint as soon as we hit the ground. Of course, uber athlete Jess didn't even break a sweat, and I was trying not to pass out or throw up! We ran up to our gate in time to watch the plane push away from the terminal, only to be told by the gate agent that he could not help us and to proceed back to customer service. Thankfully, we got the nicest agent to help us, but the best she could do was get us into Little Rock at 10 pm...It was noon. We were a little frustrated, but took it. This was only the beginning.. naps, books, burgers, and ice cream filled our day..5 minutes before the flight was supposed to take off, it canceled because of the ice in the Rock. We were rescheduled on a noon flight to dallas and headed off to the Comfort Inn with no bags, toothbrushes, or clean undies! We returned back to the airport only to be passed back and forth between the customer service desks for American Airlines and United because apparently we were not confirmed on the flights. We finally made it to Dallas, only to find that I didn't have a flight to Little Rock. Long story short, I sat on the standby list for 4 flights and about to lose all hope when I saw a gate agent that just looked nice and compassionate. As I walked up to her, Jess began to pray and by a shear miracle, a seat opened up on the final flight! Jess and I would make it home that night, 39 hours later than when we began the trip.
In line at the first of MANY trips to customer service
Killing time..
Our celebration ice cream when we FINALLY both had boarding passes..notice that we have had those dirty clothes on for two full days!
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Praise sweet baby Jesus!!!
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