Airports-the cause of many tears, heartbreak, sprints, and the source of much frustration. I started out the day at the SLC airport at around eight am. My flight was at 10 am.
The plane was delayed (surprise suprise). Do you want to know why? Not because the plane was broken, but because there was construction on the other side of the runway.
Finally we were up and away, passing through a massive storm system.
Three hours later we began our decent into Atlanta. Only there was a supercell thunderstorm above the airport. Once the old people on the plane saw a bolt of lighting, they began freaking out. The old Germans next to me startled rattling off in German (did you expect any different?)
The pilot announced we'd be circling the airport until the storm moved. Only there were two major problems. One was the fact the storm didn't seem to be moving.
Two, we were running out of gas.
So, the plane was landed in Columbus, Georgia to refuel. Pretty much Columbus is south of Atlanta, and to the west of Savannah, my final destiantion. We stayed there for about an hour as we fueled up, and began the thirty minute flight back to Atlanta.
There, somehow by some miracle my other flight wasn't there yet (although technically I missed it by an hour, even though I had a two hour layover). So I ran from A50 to A1 to take the terminal thingie, which was running slow so I walked over three terminals to the D terminal. From there I raced from D57 to D1 to get to my gate.
Where I was informed the tower was broken.
Not the entire tower of course, but the part that assigns gates. So more or less they had to do it all by hand. After another hour, they told us to go to C50.
Yet again I ran all the way down the terminal (to those of you that have been to Atlanta, you know my pain) where I finally decided to take the subway thingie to the C terminal, where I ran from C1 to C50.
Once I got there the plane finally took off from Agustus, and once it landed we were able to board.
Where yet again I was confronted by a language barrier. The lady next to me was from Guam, and kept eating this leaf and a nut and spitting it back out into a Tropicana bottle. Molto creepo.
Once I landed (at 11 pm I might add, five hours after I was scheduled to), I was finally free of the madness!!
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Oh Scarlet, I'm so sorry! *hugs* Gate changes at the Georgia airport are proof that the Devil exists. At least you could take the subway though.
And I am also officially creeped out by Guam lady with the leaf, nut and Tropicana. *shudders*
I know! Did I mention that she was "going to take bus to live at church"?
Okay, that's uber creepy too.
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