I have the worst luck with flying.
Last Wednesday I was supposed to fly from Philly to Lubbock. It was pretty rainy that day and mid afternoon I received an email that my Philly flight was delayed, and it was enough to make me miss my connection. I called Delta and when I found out there were no other flights I just rescheduled for Thursday morning.
Thursday morning I headed to the airport, boarded my plane, and we pushed off from the gate. I actually thought we were leaving! Next thing I know we stop and there are cop cars driving down the runway on both sides of the plane because they were chasing down this guy who decided to drive his car on the runways. Then the runways had to be shut down and inspected. Finally, an hour later, we leave.
I make it to Memphis 10 minutes before my connection and run through the airport, only to arrive at my gate and see my next flight is delayed 4 hours.
I finally arrived a little less than 24 hours after my original arrival time. Go me.
I didn’t actually come home for any particular reason, except that 2012 has been a really sucky year, and I just wanted some of the comforts of home.
One of the biggest perks of coming home is hanging out with my parent’s dogs! We lay on the couch and watch TV together and I take them on runs and we all play and it’s just a big ol grand time.
So thanks for having me this weekend mom and dad.