What is your worst airport story?
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Repost (close enough at least) of a thread you started yourself. Are u missing The Boys or something? :facepalm:
http://www.madjacksports.com/forum/...ith-commercial-airliners&highlight=Turbulence
http://www.madjacksports.com/forum/...ith-commercial-airliners&highlight=Turbulence
I flew to Philadelphia once and after getting on the plane it left and landed in, Philadelphia. It was awful.
6 hour delay coming home from Vegas in 2012 because of a missing part, I played the slots in the airport, wound up costing me another 200
I always teased my wife that I wouldn't marry her in dental school. So our wedding was the first Saturday after graduation. We flew out Sunday morning first thing to Anguilla for our honeymoon until the next Saturday. The plan was to return home Saturday afternoon, and then drive to Cincinnati the next day, Sunday, to start my residency.
So after a great honeymoon Saturday rolls around. We take the ferry over to St. Maarten for our flight. The first leg is to Miami, then on to our final destination. At that time, St. Maarten's airport was small, no air conditioning- tight quarters. We get there for our first flight, about 11am. Unfortunately, it's delayed due to bad weather in Miami. So we sit in the over-packed, sweaty, nasty St. Maarten airport for several hours, maybe 3-4 hours. I only wish this was the worst of what was to come over the next 72 hours.
So finally, FINALLY, we get clearance to take off. I'm stressed out of my mind, because 1. I am a terrible flyer (anxiety, etc, basically am a giant pussy when it comes to flying) and 2. We have a connection once in Miami to get home, and we have to get back so we can drive to Cincinnati. No matter what, I refuse to get to my residency late. I just don't want to be "that guy" starting off the program in that way. I am hell bent on getting there on time, no matter what.
So, being the anxiety laden flyer that I am, I always time flights so I know how much time is left to go. Whatever the flight length was, as we approach and pass the total anticipated flight time, I realize we are not landing. Not only that, but we are circling in the air. My wife is sleeping, so I wake her up to tell her my paranoia-derived conclusions. She tells me I'm an ass, to suck it up, and that we will land soon.
Sure enough, 'ol captain gets on the intercom. "Uh, hello folks. There are some storms in Miami and unfortunately we don't have enough fuel to circle any longer. We've been directed to Nassau (Bahamas) to refuel, and we will get back up shortly". At this point, after obviously pointing out to my wife that I was not paranoid and was right all along, we fly down to Nassau, and land".
A a "short refueling stop" turns into about 2-3 hours on the tarmac, no AC. Apparently, when you land in another destination to refuel there's a lot of paperwork to be filled out. At this point, I'm starting to panic. We are about to miss our Miami connection and I am determined to get to Cincinnati on time. We finally get up in the air and land in Miami. We have about 25 minutes to get to our connection home. We sprint through the airport. But FML, have to go through customs. Sure enough, we miss our connection home. I'm fucking furious at this point, but my anger isn't anywhere near where it will get later on in the weekend.
"Ok, no problem, chill out man", I think to myself. We head to the Delta counter. "I'm sorry sir, there are no more flights tonight, and all of tomorrow's flights in the morning are full. You see there are a lot of other passengers who missed their connections from the weather.". I about blow up. I have to get to Cincinnati! Like they give a shit. Then I realize my wife's mother works for American and we can surely grab another flight.
So we call her up and she works her magic. But there is no magic. No way out of Miami until late Sunday night/early Monday AM. At this point, it's about 9 pm Saturday. We've been up for about 18 hours, stressed the fuck out...just spent. She finds us a flight for Sunday morning at 9am. Great news!! Only it's in Orlando, and we are in Miami. "It's okay, it's okay. We can get that flight, land at home, and still have enough time to drive to Cincinnati. We'll be ok."
So we rent a car and I drive the 3 and a half hours to Orlando. At this point, it's maybe 3am. We've been up about 24 hours now. I'm not sure why, but we get a hotel, and sleep about 2-3 hours. We get to the Orlando early to be set- because of my anxiety in general about flying and my blind determination to get to Cincinnati for Monday.
So the 10 or 11am flight takes off without incidence. As I always do, I set the 'ol timer. My wife falls asleep, me, not happening. So we are flying, and I look down and notice that we've elapsed our anticipated flight duration. And....wait a minute, we aren't circling, are we? Surely, no. I wake my wife, who has some deja vu. "Honey, honey, wake up. We should have landed, and I'm almost positive we are circling around." She tells me I'm an ass, etc, and to chill out.
Sure enough, here comes the 'ol capitan on the intercom. "Folks, some heavy storms down there, so we've been asked to circle for about 45 more minutes. Unfortunately we just don't have enough fuel to do so, and we've been redirected to Richmond to land and refuel".
I can't quite recall what I said, but I fucking lost it. Yelled something out loud, like "this is unfucking believable, this can't be happening again". I'm surprised I wasn't tackled by an air marshal. Picture wren and stimpy, bleeding eyes, madness. That was me. at this point, about 2 hours of sleep in a 36 hour window. We land in Richmond, spend another 2 fucking hours on the tarmac, take back off, and finally land back home.
It's 5pm Sunday. My wife lives about 20 minutes from the airport. I am determined to drive to Cincinnati. 9 hours, we can get there by about 2am. I can grab 5 hours of sleep and get to my first day of residency on time. Obviously you guys don't know "real life" me, but once I'm set on doing something, that's it. I get to her house, her sister and parents are there. I'm set on leaving. No sleep. Exhausted. Stressed out of my mind. Her sister grabs me by the shoulders, yells my name into my face, and tells me that there is no way I can safely make that drive. However she did it, she made me realize she was correct. But I have to get to Cincinnati, I have to. We look online- one more Delta direct flight out. Only it's in about 40 minutes. And I have no luggage other than my carry on.
So I grab some clothes to borrow from her father. Throw them in a bag. Race back to the airport. I make the flight, at a cost of 1k+, and it lands on time. I have to then go rent a car, and walk in the door at about 11pm Sunday night. I made it!
Just an unbelievable journey. What are the chances of 2 flights needing to land in different cities to refuel on the same trip. I don't think I've even been that much of a lunatic my whole life. My poor wife was probably wondering how big a mistake she made marrying me. The next weekend I flew home, and we drove back up.
So after a great honeymoon Saturday rolls around. We take the ferry over to St. Maarten for our flight. The first leg is to Miami, then on to our final destination. At that time, St. Maarten's airport was small, no air conditioning- tight quarters. We get there for our first flight, about 11am. Unfortunately, it's delayed due to bad weather in Miami. So we sit in the over-packed, sweaty, nasty St. Maarten airport for several hours, maybe 3-4 hours. I only wish this was the worst of what was to come over the next 72 hours.
So finally, FINALLY, we get clearance to take off. I'm stressed out of my mind, because 1. I am a terrible flyer (anxiety, etc, basically am a giant pussy when it comes to flying) and 2. We have a connection once in Miami to get home, and we have to get back so we can drive to Cincinnati. No matter what, I refuse to get to my residency late. I just don't want to be "that guy" starting off the program in that way. I am hell bent on getting there on time, no matter what.
So, being the anxiety laden flyer that I am, I always time flights so I know how much time is left to go. Whatever the flight length was, as we approach and pass the total anticipated flight time, I realize we are not landing. Not only that, but we are circling in the air. My wife is sleeping, so I wake her up to tell her my paranoia-derived conclusions. She tells me I'm an ass, to suck it up, and that we will land soon.
Sure enough, 'ol captain gets on the intercom. "Uh, hello folks. There are some storms in Miami and unfortunately we don't have enough fuel to circle any longer. We've been directed to Nassau (Bahamas) to refuel, and we will get back up shortly". At this point, after obviously pointing out to my wife that I was not paranoid and was right all along, we fly down to Nassau, and land".
A a "short refueling stop" turns into about 2-3 hours on the tarmac, no AC. Apparently, when you land in another destination to refuel there's a lot of paperwork to be filled out. At this point, I'm starting to panic. We are about to miss our Miami connection and I am determined to get to Cincinnati on time. We finally get up in the air and land in Miami. We have about 25 minutes to get to our connection home. We sprint through the airport. But FML, have to go through customs. Sure enough, we miss our connection home. I'm fucking furious at this point, but my anger isn't anywhere near where it will get later on in the weekend.
"Ok, no problem, chill out man", I think to myself. We head to the Delta counter. "I'm sorry sir, there are no more flights tonight, and all of tomorrow's flights in the morning are full. You see there are a lot of other passengers who missed their connections from the weather.". I about blow up. I have to get to Cincinnati! Like they give a shit. Then I realize my wife's mother works for American and we can surely grab another flight.
So we call her up and she works her magic. But there is no magic. No way out of Miami until late Sunday night/early Monday AM. At this point, it's about 9 pm Saturday. We've been up for about 18 hours, stressed the fuck out...just spent. She finds us a flight for Sunday morning at 9am. Great news!! Only it's in Orlando, and we are in Miami. "It's okay, it's okay. We can get that flight, land at home, and still have enough time to drive to Cincinnati. We'll be ok."
So we rent a car and I drive the 3 and a half hours to Orlando. At this point, it's maybe 3am. We've been up about 24 hours now. I'm not sure why, but we get a hotel, and sleep about 2-3 hours. We get to the Orlando early to be set- because of my anxiety in general about flying and my blind determination to get to Cincinnati for Monday.
So the 10 or 11am flight takes off without incidence. As I always do, I set the 'ol timer. My wife falls asleep, me, not happening. So we are flying, and I look down and notice that we've elapsed our anticipated flight duration. And....wait a minute, we aren't circling, are we? Surely, no. I wake my wife, who has some deja vu. "Honey, honey, wake up. We should have landed, and I'm almost positive we are circling around." She tells me I'm an ass, etc, and to chill out.
Sure enough, here comes the 'ol capitan on the intercom. "Folks, some heavy storms down there, so we've been asked to circle for about 45 more minutes. Unfortunately we just don't have enough fuel to do so, and we've been redirected to Richmond to land and refuel".
I can't quite recall what I said, but I fucking lost it. Yelled something out loud, like "this is unfucking believable, this can't be happening again". I'm surprised I wasn't tackled by an air marshal. Picture wren and stimpy, bleeding eyes, madness. That was me. at this point, about 2 hours of sleep in a 36 hour window. We land in Richmond, spend another 2 fucking hours on the tarmac, take back off, and finally land back home.
It's 5pm Sunday. My wife lives about 20 minutes from the airport. I am determined to drive to Cincinnati. 9 hours, we can get there by about 2am. I can grab 5 hours of sleep and get to my first day of residency on time. Obviously you guys don't know "real life" me, but once I'm set on doing something, that's it. I get to her house, her sister and parents are there. I'm set on leaving. No sleep. Exhausted. Stressed out of my mind. Her sister grabs me by the shoulders, yells my name into my face, and tells me that there is no way I can safely make that drive. However she did it, she made me realize she was correct. But I have to get to Cincinnati, I have to. We look online- one more Delta direct flight out. Only it's in about 40 minutes. And I have no luggage other than my carry on.
So I grab some clothes to borrow from her father. Throw them in a bag. Race back to the airport. I make the flight, at a cost of 1k+, and it lands on time. I have to then go rent a car, and walk in the door at about 11pm Sunday night. I made it!
Just an unbelievable journey. What are the chances of 2 flights needing to land in different cities to refuel on the same trip. I don't think I've even been that much of a lunatic my whole life. My poor wife was probably wondering how big a mistake she made marrying me. The next weekend I flew home, and we drove back up.
