See, we were flying to Houston, and then flying to Guatemala. But there was a storm in Houston. So the plane that was supposed to take us to Houston hadn't exactly left Houston yet. Now, when our person booked our flight, she left us a nifty one hour layover in Houston. You can see where this is going. We were more than likely going to miss our connection. And the next one was on the following Tuesday.
Now, in Continental's defense, they chose this point to start using their powers for good instead of evil, as they had before in the whole no-luggage-over-50-pounds fiasco. The agent was worried that we would get stranded in Houston for three days, so she was calling up the Houston people and using her I'm-not-going-to-argue-with-you-you're-just-going-to-do-what-I-said strategy to get the whole plane to wait....um, two hours on the tarmac for us. Wow.
The funny thing in all of this was that I was pretty much elected to do all of the discussing of plans with her, as two of the men in charge had been deeply involved in the luggage fiasco, and I can come off a little more pleasantly. So, when we got on the plane, and were told that the Guatemala plane was waiting for us if we hurried. To a completely different terminal. I loudly announced this to the person in the back of the plane, so everyone would know that we needed to get off the plane in a hurry. And we did.
The airline had those lovely little speedy carts waiting for us, and sped us over to the other terminal, where we boarded the plane to face the other disgruntled passengers. We got to Guatemala with most of our luggage. Unfortunately, one of our personal bags, that of our friendly teenager from Oklahoma that went with us.
But that was all considered easy peasy compared to this past Saturday's travel. That's another post entirely.
I'll end with a little prize for Abby: