This post is about yesterday…you’ll understand why when you get to the end.
Passenger: Oy, a delay?
Sure enough, the flight is delayed AN ENTIRE HOUR. Shut the front door. This isn’t happening.
The tears began welling up in my eyes. I rushed around everywhere looking for a customer service agent, but no one is in site. The security officer sent me back out through security (another stamp in the good ol’ passport) and guess what – they couldn’t help me.
British Airlines: Oh, sorry, we don’t work with Aer Lingus.
me: Still bitter about the Irish, are we? [I didn’t actually say that…but I thought about it]
Tears again. The flight I was on to Dublin was the last flight of the night. I’m spending the night in Heathrow. Awesome. That’s just bloody awesome.
Well, I’ll skip all the details, but I did arrive JUST IN TIME to check in to my flight to Dublin Soaking in sweat, hair frizzed out to here, and panic in my eyes. I had to change terminals and probably run half a mile just to get to the check in counter before they closed the flight.
I have 2 bags, and I paid for 2 bags when I booked the tickets.
Customer Service Agent: Your bags are overweight.
me: No, they’re under 23 kilos! I’m fine!
Customer Service Agent: 23 kilos for both bags.
me: [grumble, grumble, mutter, mutter…]
Customer Service Agent: The overweight charges will be 120 pounds. What would you like to do?
She looked at me like I was completely out of my mind and I was. But I paid it, and decided to deal with the fine print about it all later. I still think she’s wrong. By the way, 120 pounds = $200. Wonderful
I ran and ran and ran. Where on earth is this gate?! I seriously think I ran for 2 miles. But I made. I think the last time I was that excited to see my mom was the day I was born. Mom and grandma got huge Em hugs.
5 minutes later, we boarded the plane.
Me, grandma and my mom jet lagged, exhausted, and bushy-tailed! AND ALL TOGETHER!!
When we arrived in Dublin a short 55 minutes later, went to baggage claim. Everyone got their bags except me. Yeah, that’s about right. The bag I paid for $200 to bring to Dublin isn’t here. They will hopefully bring it to the bed and breakfast today. HOPEFULLY. My luck it fell out the back of the plane and is laying somewhere over western UK.
All well, Ireland is going to be amazing with or without clean clothes.
As they say in Irish, slán! (goodbye)