And this is why I never travel
Jul. 7th, 2008 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenMy family reunion was, aside from my getting no sleep on the day I flew out and having that one really bad hangover from Jack and coke Sunday, pretty awesome. I shadowed my older sister and followed the niece everywhere. All the babies that were babies at my sister's wedding are now like little kids. It's scary how much two of them look just like their dads at young ages. Scary, I tells you.
Coming back was a nightmare, pretty much for all parties involved. My brother and his girlfriend went to the airport around 3-4ish to return their car and catch a 6:30 flight to Reno. Two hours later, when I was finishing up my dinner and heading to my gate for my 9:43 flight, they call me: they were still at the Atlanta airport. You name it, their plane had it going wrong. Wrong plane, plane wouldn't work, gate wouldn't work, changed gate, outright delayed flight, late flight getting in, etc. etc. We hung out until my flight, delayed by a hour, started to board. I called from my seat to find that they were STILL waiting, hopefully to make an 11:30 flight.
I get to Newark forty minutes later than expected and immediately call for the Super Shuttle I booked. They go "Sure, go wait in this area, a bus will come soon." I head out and am immediately called back on my cell. Actually, it seems that there won't be any buses for at least an hour. Oh, and the nearest bus driver is already headed home. No idea how long it would take to turn him around again. So, the point of booking a door-to-door shuttle service is...? Anyone? Bueller?
I ran to catch the AirTrain and one of the very last NJ Transit trains to Penn Station. Took me an hour and a half to get back up to my apartment, which, all things considered, is pretty goddamned impressive for 1:30 am on Monday morning after a holiday. Still, I was pissed off to the point of murder. I now have to check that I got my entire fee refunded to me for that stupid goddamned shuttle. If they try to charge me any sort of cancellation fee, I don't care if it costs me a hundred times more in time and effort and money, I'll get it back. THEY cancelled on ME. AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
I will say this: Newark AirTrain is staffed with super helpful people. They checked to make sure people were on the right AirTrain. One had the schedule ready for me to see whether I'd make the last NJ Transit train. Thanks to her good suggestion, I dashed downstairs at the terminal to grab my ticket for Penn Station. Since I didn't have to stop, I managed to run right onto the 1:36 am train. If I'd have had to wait another half hour for the 2:06, I might have killed somebody.
In short: HAAAAATE Super Shuttle right about now.
Coming back was a nightmare, pretty much for all parties involved. My brother and his girlfriend went to the airport around 3-4ish to return their car and catch a 6:30 flight to Reno. Two hours later, when I was finishing up my dinner and heading to my gate for my 9:43 flight, they call me: they were still at the Atlanta airport. You name it, their plane had it going wrong. Wrong plane, plane wouldn't work, gate wouldn't work, changed gate, outright delayed flight, late flight getting in, etc. etc. We hung out until my flight, delayed by a hour, started to board. I called from my seat to find that they were STILL waiting, hopefully to make an 11:30 flight.
I get to Newark forty minutes later than expected and immediately call for the Super Shuttle I booked. They go "Sure, go wait in this area, a bus will come soon." I head out and am immediately called back on my cell. Actually, it seems that there won't be any buses for at least an hour. Oh, and the nearest bus driver is already headed home. No idea how long it would take to turn him around again. So, the point of booking a door-to-door shuttle service is...? Anyone? Bueller?
I ran to catch the AirTrain and one of the very last NJ Transit trains to Penn Station. Took me an hour and a half to get back up to my apartment, which, all things considered, is pretty goddamned impressive for 1:30 am on Monday morning after a holiday. Still, I was pissed off to the point of murder. I now have to check that I got my entire fee refunded to me for that stupid goddamned shuttle. If they try to charge me any sort of cancellation fee, I don't care if it costs me a hundred times more in time and effort and money, I'll get it back. THEY cancelled on ME. AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
I will say this: Newark AirTrain is staffed with super helpful people. They checked to make sure people were on the right AirTrain. One had the schedule ready for me to see whether I'd make the last NJ Transit train. Thanks to her good suggestion, I dashed downstairs at the terminal to grab my ticket for Penn Station. Since I didn't have to stop, I managed to run right onto the 1:36 am train. If I'd have had to wait another half hour for the 2:06, I might have killed somebody.
In short: HAAAAATE Super Shuttle right about now.
