Not enough time to really do anything before the flight, so just wanted to get up whenever, and relax. A dead day for sure, but we had crammed plenty into the three days.
Flight to Dallas wasn’t until 1, but had to check out of the hotel by 11. Enjoyed one last quickie breakfast at the sundries shop, before walking along the beach. I couldn’t leave the island without at least dipping my foot in the ocean, so I did just that…and it was about as “cold” as I expected.
Headed to the airport, and even after dropping of the car, and making it through security, we had too much time, but I’d rather sit in an airport sipping a beer, than be stuck in traffic or some other stressful situation.
Our flight back to Dallas was not direct; had a small layover at LAX. Forget the plane-type, but it was your standard 3-3 seating. I am an aisle guy, and my golf buddy is a window guy, but luckily we had an empty seat between us, so there was a little extra room.
Now, I mentioned something in the “Headin’ West” report about doing my best not to fly American Airlines for future trips. Well, here is why: Our plane landed at 10:50pm, with our scheduled departure to Dallas at 12:15am. As we scanned the boards for our gate, the dreaded CANCELLED was next to our flight. Apparently, the severe thunderstorms that I read about before takeoff were dropping tennis ball sized hail around Dallas, and had upset the system so much, it warranted a cancellation. Somewhere over the Pacific, American left me a voicemail stating that my flight was cancelled, and that I was now on the 7:20 flight the next morning.
Immediately, we went to customer service, where we were met with a rather long line. The agent, whose grasp of English wasn’t the best, was ill prepared to handle the onslaught of irate passengers. Before she was “kind of enough” to put us on the stand-by list for the last flight out at 1:20, I asked about Admiral’s Club passes. She told me that was impossible, as it was controlled by American Express. (It sounded fishy to me, but didn’t matter as it was going to close in about 30 minutes). She also couldn’t give me a straight answer to where my checked bag might be.
We were number 6 and 7 on the stand-by, but not one of the 27 people on the list got on the plane, so we all spent the night in LAX. Now, I could handle 7 hours in an airport if things were open, but no food, no booze, no reading material…yeah, this was going to suck. I didn’t care that my bag “might” be on the plane that was leaving, and really didn’t like that the two gate employees were so preoccupied to get home, that no one checked if every one of the 27 displaced persons had a cot, or was ok in any other way.
It was kind of neat to see LAX come alive around 5am, but that might have been the sleep deprivation, caused by the lights and music being on as though it was the middle of the day…and the cleaning…and the construction. We were numbers 2 and 3 on the standby list for the 5:50 flight, and really lucked out when someone slated for an exit row tried to board with crutches just as we were called to the desk. I was out before the wheels were up, and slept almost all the way to Dallas. Of course, the trip couldn’t end there: Our bags were on the 7:20 flight, so we had to wait around for another hour for them to show.
I left out a few details (doesn’t seem like it, does it?), but the shoddy service, or lack of service, was enough to push American Airlines below Spirit on my list.