Praying for a Christmas Miracle
Yesterday, my first flight was delayed by 45 minutes. But the new departure time came and went with no plane or explanation. By the time we took off (2 hours late) chances of making my connection looked slim. I RAN when I got off that plane, but by the time I took the shuttle bus to the right terminal and ran to the farthest gate, my flight to Chicago was long gone. I actually landed one minute AFTER my next flight was scheduled to take off.
After standing in a customer service line for over an hour, they rebooked me for Wednesday night, 2 days after my original reservation. Everything out here is sold out, even after searching multiple airports and airlines. And now there is snow and ice expected in Chicago tomorrow afternoon, making my new flight look not-so-promising.
Going to the airport early tomorrow to stand by on every possible earlier flight, even though most of them are seriously overbooked according to the airline. There is one that the woman said looks possible.
Praying for a Christmas miracle... all I want is to get home in time for our family Christmas Eve celebration...
Labels: family, New Jersey, travel, winter

