Ohmygosh. Just to preface this, I fly a lot. Like a lot. Like I’ve have been on 8 flights in the past 9 months. 9 if you want to count the one I just had. Anyways, this has never happened to me.

Today was beyond stressful and ridiculous. I’m not even to my destination yet and I have to blog about it already.

I had a 11:04 flight out of LAX to land in ORD (OHare, Chicago) at 5:05, to get on a plane at 5:35 to Dusseldorf, Germany then from there to Berlin at 11:45. Then a train at 1 to Prague.

None of that is happening now. My flight left at 11:46 and landed at 5:15. I asked the flight attendant if there was any way I could get off the plane first or call the gate and let them know I am coming or something, anything! The flight attendant proceeds to tell me she can’t call the gate or anything and all I can do to get off the plane first is to make an announcement. Which basically means she wants me to get the attention of the entire plane, explain what’s happening and ask them if they’ll let me off first.

Right. Because you know, those people really care about my flight and don’t have anywhere they have to be. And that’s just awkward! By the time the plane connects to the airport and I get off it’s 5:43.

Plane gone.

Great.

This nice lady points me in the direction of customer service. I walk what feels like forever and finally wait behind two men then get to go up to the counter. There I am greeted by Laura S. There’s no one out there like Laura S. Good ol’ Laura S.

Excuse my French, but what a bitch.

I went up to her kinda stressed but explain as nicely as I can, cause I know it’s not her fault my plane left late (although I question that now), and tell her how my flight left 45 minutes late and asked what my options are. She immediately gives me attitude and starts lecturing me on how I need to plan for more than 30 minutes with an international airport and how I messed up and my flight was only 26 minutes late, not 45.

Okay sweetheart, first of all, I don’t care if you think I need more than 30 minutes to transfer flights. You may even be right. BUT WHO CARES, I’ve already missed my flight and I don’t care about what I could have should have done I need to know wha will and can be done. Second of all, I don’t care what your computer screen says, my flight took off at 11:46.

Okay, so it wasn’t 45 minutes but it wasn’t 26. It was 42. I was closer. Excuse me for rounding up 3 minutes.

Anyways. She gets me on a 10:15 flight to Frankfurt. It’s 6:00. Awesome. I am now missing both connections AND a train.

Super.

I end up leaving Laura S. super upset and pissed. She didnt even give me a potenial gate, just handed me my new itinerary and said it wasn’t my boarding pass. Thanks Laura S.

I ended up going back and two other sweet ladies helped me and I now have a gate and I’m just killing time in the airport.

I filed a complaint with United Airways online. I was kinda mean, I told them Laura S. should be moved to a job that doesn’t involve interacting with other people. She was really rude and I was really mad.

Really mad. I’ve calmed down now, which is why my story isn’t as intense as it probably would have been, had I typed it right after it happened. Now I won’t get to

Berlin until 5:00 tomorrow. Then we will figure it out from there.

See ya in Germany! Or maybe Prague.