Being in Paris-- I have been put through the wringer since June, and I believe this is my reward
For the record: ( I am so far behind on posts)
- June consisted of a horrendous move to Colorado Springs that took days longer than it should have
- Mark had to return to Paris 3 days after we were in Colorado
- that left all the unpacking to me, which included wrestling heavy objects around and not killing myself or the dogs in the process
- someone tried to use my debit card in New York City, so I had to cancel it and get it replaced
- called a plumber, dripping faucet
- called an electrician after the circuits popped. Outlets replaced
- my dear Lola got seriously ill unexpectedly
- Mark came home for just 4 days
- we had to put Lola to sleep. Stunned and very sad
- Mark had to go back to Paris
I was so tired and very sad after Lola's passing that I would have put off my trip. But M's company had arranged for this and paid for my ticket so postponing wasn't possible. Yes, it's PARIS, but I had a heavy heart. I just felt banged up from everything.
June 19th
My flight from Colorado Springs to Dallas Fort Worth was uneventful. It was the trip from there to Paris that things got hairy. I noticed that we seemed to be flying in one big circle when our pilot finally announced that the airport "is closed"---no further explanation. Then he announces that we have to fly to Oklahoma City to refuel because they only had enough fuel to fly from Colorado Springs to Dallas!
Oklahoma City-on the ground for an hour. Passengers whose final destination was Oklahoma City are wondering why they can't disembark there? Flurry of activity, final result: "Well, sure, but your luggage will still be in Dallas". No takers there.
Back to Dallas, land safely. I know our technology can be irritating sometimes but I was glad I could look up the American Airlines application on my iPhone. It gave me the current information that when I landed I would be several gates from where my flight to Paris was taking off. Of course!
Run to the airport train. Ride several stops. Get off at the right gate. Be relieved that the lobby is full of passengers. Panic when I realize that they are waiting to board for a flight to Peoria, NOT Paris. Nice man tells me to go to the front of the line, to wait for the agent. Other man tells me that the line forms behind him. I tell him I was told to go there. He says "the other man is waiting to be helped first." Agent comes and announces "Passengers in the lobby waiting to board flight to Paris, please come forward." Other man looks sheepish as he steps aside for his flight to Peoria. I'm too harried and too nice to shoot him a dead look.
No time to upgrade, as I hoped. No room anyway. I am the last person to board the flight to Paris.
Seat 41, as close to the latrines as you can get without actually sitting on them. I hate sitting back there because the airplane's tail shudders side to side almost the entire time of the flight. I've flown many times but this is the first time that I think I may actually get airsick. So I cranked the "fresh air" flow on and settle in for a 10 hour flight.
Oklahoma City-on the ground for an hour. Passengers whose final destination was Oklahoma City are wondering why they can't disembark there? Flurry of activity, final result: "Well, sure, but your luggage will still be in Dallas". No takers there.
Back to Dallas, land safely. I know our technology can be irritating sometimes but I was glad I could look up the American Airlines application on my iPhone. It gave me the current information that when I landed I would be several gates from where my flight to Paris was taking off. Of course!
Run to the airport train. Ride several stops. Get off at the right gate. Be relieved that the lobby is full of passengers. Panic when I realize that they are waiting to board for a flight to Peoria, NOT Paris. Nice man tells me to go to the front of the line, to wait for the agent. Other man tells me that the line forms behind him. I tell him I was told to go there. He says "the other man is waiting to be helped first." Agent comes and announces "Passengers in the lobby waiting to board flight to Paris, please come forward." Other man looks sheepish as he steps aside for his flight to Peoria. I'm too harried and too nice to shoot him a dead look.
No time to upgrade, as I hoped. No room anyway. I am the last person to board the flight to Paris.
Seat 41, as close to the latrines as you can get without actually sitting on them. I hate sitting back there because the airplane's tail shudders side to side almost the entire time of the flight. I've flown many times but this is the first time that I think I may actually get airsick. So I cranked the "fresh air" flow on and settle in for a 10 hour flight.
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