Got to O'Hare as planned in the morning, and called Alice to meet me in the lounge. After a brief glitch in her getting in, we settled in for snacks for a bit. I tried to get her better seats on our Madrid flight but no dice.
Right before boarding time I headed to my gate only to find we were delayed. After boarding we were delayed again for deicing. I was amused to think Alice's flight, 45 minutes after mine, would arrive the same time as mine.
Sure enough her flight landed just after mine so I was able to meet her at the gate. She wanted to exchange money so we did that (and dealt with her sticker shock!) then went to the lounge.
Our 6 pm flight was delayed to 6:30, then 8 pm, then 9 pm. Then it was cancelled and I was rebooked via London (ironic as I was so happy to avoid LHR!) on an 8:20 pm flight. But I had a sneaking suspicion Alice had not been so we jumped in line and I jumped on the phone.
The phone agent picked up as we were 3 people from being helped - and the 20 minutes before my flight. I had to hang up so Alice could stay in the lounge and get rebooked. The lounge agent shooed me off to my flight, saying I would miss it, while also saying Alice could not stay once I left. That pissed me off as we'd been in line for 40 minutes and I wanted her rebooked, so I insisted they help her
I made my flight no problem and in fact had plenty of time (also ticking me off) as they moved our luggage. The flight was decent other than the guy hacking up a lung 2 rows back from me.
So now hanging out in the BA lounge until my flight to Madrid. Missing a whole day but really it could be worse. (Which realization does nothing to reduce my addiction to status....!)
Looking forward to a real bed at the hostal tonight. The older I get the more havoc transatlantic flights wreak on my body.... everything from the waist down is in discomfort.... too smushed for too long.
So - sleep in a bed and new start tomorrow!!!
Right before boarding time I headed to my gate only to find we were delayed. After boarding we were delayed again for deicing. I was amused to think Alice's flight, 45 minutes after mine, would arrive the same time as mine.
Sure enough her flight landed just after mine so I was able to meet her at the gate. She wanted to exchange money so we did that (and dealt with her sticker shock!) then went to the lounge.
Our 6 pm flight was delayed to 6:30, then 8 pm, then 9 pm. Then it was cancelled and I was rebooked via London (ironic as I was so happy to avoid LHR!) on an 8:20 pm flight. But I had a sneaking suspicion Alice had not been so we jumped in line and I jumped on the phone.
The phone agent picked up as we were 3 people from being helped - and the 20 minutes before my flight. I had to hang up so Alice could stay in the lounge and get rebooked. The lounge agent shooed me off to my flight, saying I would miss it, while also saying Alice could not stay once I left. That pissed me off as we'd been in line for 40 minutes and I wanted her rebooked, so I insisted they help her
I made my flight no problem and in fact had plenty of time (also ticking me off) as they moved our luggage. The flight was decent other than the guy hacking up a lung 2 rows back from me.
So now hanging out in the BA lounge until my flight to Madrid. Missing a whole day but really it could be worse. (Which realization does nothing to reduce my addiction to status....!)
Looking forward to a real bed at the hostal tonight. The older I get the more havoc transatlantic flights wreak on my body.... everything from the waist down is in discomfort.... too smushed for too long.
So - sleep in a bed and new start tomorrow!!!
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