*I’m late posting this because I was without internet access for many days. Sorry friends.*
I’m currently sitting at the O’Hare Airport in Chicago awaiting my flight to Denver. I actually flew out of Cedar Rapids even though I live fairly close to O’Hare because it was just easier for transportation to and fro the airport.
This morning I got up, showered, packed, and put gas in my car so my brother could drive me to the airport. I have a 3.5 hour layover here before flying the rest of the way to Denver. My friend Danielle will be picking me up in Denver and we will be promptly celebrating our time together! I’m so excited to see her since the last time was when the Farmer and I visited in February.
My story today is inspired by my trip to Denver. An introduction: I flew to Denver from Minneapolis 2 years ago around this same time of year. (I actually flew in on New Year’s Eve). Danielle and I went to Wartburg to Wartburg together for a year and a half, along with our friend Naomi. By the time our third year rolled around we were all at different schools—Danielle at University of Northern Colorado, Naomi and University of Minnesota-Mankato, and me at University of Iowa. We still kept in touch quite well. Naomi agreed to drop me off and pick me up from the Minneapolis airport since flights were much cheaper there compared with Cedar Rapids. The dropping off part went well and my flight and my trip went swell.
The day I was to fly home Danielle dropped me off at the Denver airport and sent me on my way. This is where the real story begins.
Remember that one that one time when…I got abandoned at the airport. While I was boarding the plane headed back to Minneapolis, I received a text from Naomi. She had driven to Texas with her sister and she “thought” her flight back was supposed to be the same day as mine but instead her flight was really the next day.
Commence freak out mode!!!!
I quickly texted both Naomi and Danielle, the latter to help me sort out the problem while I was 20,000 feet in the air and unable to use my cell phone. I figured there was nothing I could do while I was flying and just tried to relax as I am already an anxious flyer.
When I landed I learned that Naomi had reserved a spot for me on a shuttle back to Mankato and a arranged for a friend to pick me up. Okay that was a little better, but then I learned my phone was low on battery. In an effort to try to conserve what little juice I had left, I turned my phone off. Meanwhile Danielle was still attempting to get a hold off me and was a little freaked out when I wasn’t responding or answering calls.
Meanwhile in Minneapolis, another miniature crisis was taking place. Somehow a bomb was detected in the baggage claim area. No vehicles were allowed in or out for awhile and traffic got very backed up. My shuttle was delayed almost 4 hours. It ended up all being nothing and the bag that set off alarms was a bag used for dog training purposes for the airlines. Crisis averted.
I was finally able to get a spot on the shuttle and made my way back to Mankato. My phone battery held on just long enough to get ahold of Naomi’s friend for a ride back to my car. And thankfully, despite the sub-zero frigid temperatures my car started. I was on my way back to Iowa.
The rest of the trip home went without a hitch. And thank goodness it did because I had had enough excitement for one day.
Have you ever been stranded somewhere?
This story reminds me of a bad dream I had when I was younger where my mom forgot me at Pizza Hut. It' was terrorizing to me.