This past weekend I was reminded why
you never connect through Chicago O’Hare airport during winter weather months.
Truth be told when I booked my tickets to Houston, I swore I selected the
flight that connected through Orlando. That is what I get for multitasking when
booking flights. When I realized that I had a connection through Chicago in
January, I knew it would be an adventure. When I boarded my fight at Regan
National Airport everything went smoothly. The pilot mentioned we would even
get into Chicago early. Good sign, I thought and then I wondered if the upgrade to
first class for the second leg of my flight was money well spent.
I had a bit of layover in Chicago, so I stopped for dinner. That is when I began to realize that there were big delays
for many flights. The delays were getting longer and I was concerned mine too
would begin grow. I was already getting into Houston very late and I was not
looking forward to it being any later than it had to be. I sat there eating my
meal, watching basketball, listening to the banter about delays and checking my
flight status on my smart phone. For a good portion of my layover my flight
status did not change, then as boarding time drew close, the first delay was
announced. As I paid my bill to head to the my gate, the bartender asked me if
I wanted another drink in a “to go” cup. A “to go” cup?? Now I have run into “to
go” cups for adult beverages in Key West and New Orleans, but an airport? I
said no, I was good and closed out the bill. I picked up a bottle of water and
made my way to the gate. It was quite a festive scene. People were standing all
over the place chatting, joking and having a decent time. Not the scene one
expects walking through an airport that has been plagued by delays. That’s odd
I thought… where were all the cranky people? That when I noticed quite a few
people had a “to go” cup in their hand. As I waited for my flight, I joked with
friends on Facebook. I mentioned the “to go” cup and a friend, a native Chicagoan,
posted “embrace the “to go” cup.”
A few more delays, a gate change and one more delay, we were
able to finally board the flight. Once we were in our seats a new round of the
waiting game commenced. We were now waiting for the de-icing equipment to
arrive at our plane. This wait could be 45 minutes or longer. Tonight, the
pilot
speculated may be longer as there seemed to be a shortage of ground
including de-icing personnel. How a major airport can be short-handed with
critical ground personnel is mind boggling and a post for another time. However
about an hour later the de-icing truck showed up next to our plane (I have
never been so happy to see a de-icing truck in my life) and shortly thereafter
were being pushed back to make our way to the runway. Two and half hours later
we landed in Houston, it was closing in on 3:00 a.m. (well pass my bedtime) but
at least I made it to my destination. I hailed a cab, after a fruitless attempt to
hail a shuttle to the hotel, and was in for an interesting ride (think “E-Ticket”
ride) to my hotel all that stood between me and a comfortable bed was the night
shift hotel employee that was half auditor and half mediocre front desk personnel.
My hopes were not high for the hotel as the location was under “remodeling” (that
is code for your stay will be subpar) but the hotel is known to give out
cookies when you check-in and at this point I was looking for one sliver of
something positive before I melted in to a puddle of tired, upset mush. At 3:00
a.m., to my delight the cookies were warm and fresh, my room was practical and
the bed…. well anything is comfortable when you are exhausted… but this bed was
divine.