Flight Delay

     As much fun as we had on our trip, we are always ready to go home on the last day. Our flight schedule home was departing Boston at 5:55 p.m., landing New York around 8:00 p.m., and leaving for Houston around 11:30 p.m. I am one of those super, paranoid people that needs to be at the airport two hours before the flight actually leaves. I would rather sit at the gate with peace of mind than frantically running through the airport. With that being said, we got to the Boston airport at 3:45 p.m. We saw that another flight was about to leave for New York, so Kyle went to the desk to see if we could get on that flight and possibly get home earlier. Well, Kyle came back with worse news than expected. Not only were we not getting on that flight, but our own flight to New York was delayed because of storms. Guess what? We were going to miss our connecting flight to Houston, and the next flight wasn't leaving until 9:00 p.m. the next day! I went from calm to basket case in no time! We didn't know if we needed to book another hotel in Boston, wait it out at the airport, or book a direct flight with another airline. We had it in our heads that it was the end of the trip, and we wanted to go home!

     Well, after thirty minutes of Kyle going back and forth with the evil lady at the check-in desk and a crying wife, we found out that our Houston flight was also delayed. There was a little hope that we would make our connecting flight. And, that is how it went for four hours! One minute our flight was delayed, then it wasn't, then delayed more than the first time.

      Our flight eventually left Boston at 9:15 p.m. We were just relieved to be on a plane, but we knew that we would be running to the gate of our connecting flight as it was departing New York at 10:40 p.m. So, we land in New York, run to the gate, and what do we see? People. Everywhere. Annoyed people. Everywhere. JFK airport was a mess. Not only was our flight delayed, but almost every flight out of New York had been delayed, and I have never seen so many people lying around an airport (and looking like they wanted to cry). I guess there was no need to run to the gate. Our flight was delayed until 12:18 a.m.

     We decide that we might as well get something to eat, so we leave our gate. We are only away for about 30 minutes, and what joy do we find when we get back? The flight was delayed another hour. There are no more tears at this point from me- only delusional laughing.