Right now, I'm sitting in the Denver airport. Shuld I be sitting in the Denver airport? No. I should be sleeping in with my cats, at home.
I was supposed to arrive home last night around six-thirty. I should have known that there would be a problem when my plane (United) was delayed an hour even when I checked in. Apparently, there was a crew delay, and they needed more rest between their last flight and this one. My guess is that it's either an FAA or union requirement.
OK, fine, I had left an hour and a half between connecting flights, ready for just such an occurrence. In theory, an hour delay would still allow me to make my flight to Cheyenne. But we didn't really take off when scheduled. There was still refeuling and flight checks to do, so we didn't leave until an hour and a half after the original departure time.
We touched down five minutes before my flight to Cheyenne was scheduled to take off.
Still, I went to the next airline to see if there was a later flight. There would be, but all flights to Cheyenne were cancelled because of weather, but they could put me on the 9:10 am flight this morning. And they did.
United, to its credit, paid for a hotel room for last night because the delay in New Orleans was a "crew delay." So I slept fitfully last night and got up at 5:00 a.m. so that I could take the 6:00 a.m. shuttle to the airport, so I could check in at 7:00 for my 9:10 flight.
But that was cancelled, too.
A number of the Cheyenne-bound managed to get on the shuttlebus, but they didn't have enough room for all of us. So here I am, booked for a flight this afternoon, and (laughably) on standby for an 11:00 a.m. flight.
I'm exhausted, and worn out, and I just want to go home.
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