Welcome back, readers. Here's Cyndi!
Thanks for joining in again today. Hard to believe, but my story isn't over.
I want to once again THANK the Pink Fuzzy Slipper Writers for inviting me here.
I also want to thank Maureen Child for donating books to the cause and for being so supportive of me as a writer.
Yesterday and today, I'm giving away copies of Maureen's latest Silhouette Desire HIGH SOCIETY SECRET PREGNANCY.
While I've got your attention, I'll also recommend her King Series (also from Silhouette Desire) and Demon Dusters Series.
I've also a couple of ink pens as surprise gifts for the WORST travel story from yesterday and today.
The plane was late arriving in Dallas (sound familiar?) so we’re late boarding. Didn’t care. I had a seat. The plane configuration was 3 seats across 18 rows for a total of 54 passengers. There were 53 of us and I had a row to myself. Great or what?
We were sitting on the tarmac when the Captain came wandering down the aisle talking to people. Not a good sign. “Why isn’t his fanny in the driver’s seat,” I asked myself. He was personally telling each person that the warning light on one of the brakes was showing excessive wear and not suitable for landing. We could get in the air just fine. There could be a problem stopping on the landing. Not a good thing, I thought.
Maintenance came and confirmed that the brake had to be replaced and that would take 90 minutes. So to save time (ha ha), American Airlines brought in another plane for us. We all disembarked and found seats in the original boarding area, B-9. However, on the overhead speaker, the gate attendant informed us that all Savannah passengers should move to Gate B-8. So once again the luggage-wheeling horde rose in mass and scurried to the next gate. There, we were told it would be at least 20 minutes, so given my experiences so far, I decided it would be wise to check on my condo reservations and, while I have the phone out, check with ALAMO to see where I would pick up my car.
The call to the condo was fine. Someone would be there until 9 p.m. to check me in, but I could make arrangements if I would be late. I told her no, that I should be there about 5, which was later than scheduled on the “new earlier flight” but still earlier than my original sucky schedule.
I finally found a telephone number to call ALAMO. When I gave the nice lady my confirmation number, she informed me that my reservation was for Sunday February 26, not Tuesday February 28. I frantically scanned my reservation confirmation, and she was right. I made my car reservation before I finalized my flight arrangements. American Airlines could only fly me on the 28th and I forgot to redo the car. So, I asked her to make another reservation for today. It cost me about $15 more, but, what could I do?
Shortly after I completed the new (and improved) car reservation, we were called to re-board our new and improved aircraft. Since I was on the last row and hauling a laptop and all kinds of stuff for this retreat, I got on early and straggled to my seat. We finally taxied out for take-off only 90 minutes late. The Captain announced that we were third to take off and we got in line. I noticed that the plane began to turn in a direction that would return it to the terminal. No way. We couldn’t be going back. But, WE WERE.
It seemed that when the pilot turned on the #2 engine for take-off, the oil gauge showed only 6 quarts (or liters, I forget) and we had to have 8 for lift-off. We were returning to the terminal so maintenance could put oil in engine #2.
As we sat in a hot airplane watching a service truck pump oil, a couple of the passengers asked for something to drink (i.e. booze). Sorry, American Airlines didn’t have liquor on planes that size. Another passenger asked for a pillow or blanket. Sorry. American Airlines took all the pillows and blankets off the planes.
On the original “new and improved early schedule”, I should have landed in Savannah a little after 4 p.m. As we pulled away from the gate after our oil fill, it was now 5 p.m. CST, 6 p.m. EST. I finally landed a little after 10 p.m., right when my original scheduled would have put me in Savannah. At least ALAMO had a car for me.
I woke at 5 a.m. on Monday and got to the airport so I could throw myself on the mercy of the AA desk to get me home. There was only one guy in line, so I jumped behind him. The lady at the terminal was not an AA employee. She was with another (and unnamed) airline but she knew how to use the system. Bless her. She gave me the last seat on the plane and swore me to secrecy! No one here will tell, right? The flight home was blessedly uneventful. Anyone else have a good travel story?
Tell me about it and you could win a free book from USA Today Best Selling author Maureen Child (www.maureenchild.com). . I’ll choose two winners from people who comment to this post. If you haven’t read Maureen’s books, you’re in for a treat! Not only is she a wonderful person, she’s a wonderful author. I highly recommend her for your TBR list
Let the stories commence!
Cyndi Cynthia D'Alba
Welcome back, readers. Here's Cyndi!