What to Do When Everything Goes Wrong While Traveling (A Survival Guide)
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Sometimes you just have a no good, very bad day. When that day involves airports, travel, a lack of oxygen, satan’s spawn, a lot of vomit, and diverted flights, it’s all that much more horrid.
It happened to me on Saturday.
The day started off on a weird note. I woke up at 6 a.m. in San Francisco for my 9:10 a.m. flight to New York.
At least I thought it was my flight.
Apparently, I was looking at the wrong reservation and my flight was actually at 1:10 … in the afternoon. I didn’t realize that until I got up with the sun and went to the airport.
Thank God for Andre the Awesome, the Virgin America front desk man. He took care of me. “Oh, I’ll get you on that flight,” he said, even though it was full. He did.
Andre the Awesome from Virgin America. A very lovely man. (Photo: Paula Froelich)
So, the first crisis was averted. I made the flight. It was packed.
It was packed full of really angry and disgruntled children with very healthy lungs. One of whom, a cantankerous 2-year-old who was clearly trying out for the kung-fu Olympic team, sat two rows behind me and started screaming bloody murder. Sadly, her parents had not read our article on How To Bribe People on a Plane [when your kid is freaking out], and the kicking and screaming went on for three of the five-and-half-hour flight.
We finally got to New York City—or at least above it, and hovered for about an hour, before being told that JFK was closed due to weather, so we were being diverted to Albany. Which was fine. These things happen, right? We were supposed to refuel and go back to New York.
Waiting on the plane in Albany. (Photo: Paula Froelich)