What I learned at the airport this weekend

Just to clarify, I am very Type A with a little OCD probably. I am especially this way about travel because I do not like being that person who has to cut the TSA check-in line because my plane is leaving in 10 minutes. I do not ever want to be the person whose bag can’t be checked because it is passed the 45 minute mark. And most importantly, I never wanted to be the person who was being called over the loudspeaker because I hadn’t arrived yet.

Unfortunately, I only accomplished one of these nightmares; the last one. I arrived to the airport yesterday afternoon an hour and forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. I had pre-paid for my bag, already checked in and selected my seat. As I got to the counter with my mobile boarding pass (eco-friendly), I learned that I didn’t have my drivers license. Or passport. And definitely not my social security card. As far as the airport was concerned, I had no identification. While I could have physically gotten on the plane with a credit card or something like that, I could not check my bag. Since I am flying out for my best friend’s bridal shower, which I planned and have all the material for, I needed my bag checked.

So in a feat of pure optimism and prayer, I called back my grandparents and attempted to rush from the airport to my home (to gather the ill-placed drivers license) and race back. Unfortunately, we didn’t leave my apartment, which is at the very least 30 minutes from the airport, until 15 minutes before the plane was leaving. Obviously, I didn’t make it and pitifully walked to every airline counter asking what flights they had available to fly out that evening. As you might guess, first class is about the only thing left at that point and since it wasn’t the airlines fault that I missed the flight, it’s not like they were going to help me out with that $1,200 ticket.

Thankfully, I have the best grandparents on the planet. (Literally. Don’t even fight it.) My nana swiftly pulled out her American Advantage card and had me call to see what the soonest flight was that they could put me on that took miles. I got booked on a flight this morning with no issue and nana saved the day.

Until this morning, when I received a text from my best friend whose bridal shower is this weekend (she has been a trooper about her matron of honor potentially ruining the weekend). She asked if my return flight had been canceled. I thought, “No way! I didn’t miss that flight so it should be fine.” Ha. Not really. You are required to fly exactly as the ticket is booked. So if you “No Show” (Done.) then your second leg gets automatically canceled. I’m so glad I received that text message because I called Delta on the way to the airport to learn about this cancellation policy. (Read the fine print people.) The original person I spoke to was not helpful at all so, in true New Yorker form, I demanded to speak with her supervisor. Her supervisor was delightful. He explained the process, rebooked my flight as a one way on Sunday evening (it only cost me a small admin fee which I was happy to pay at that point) and even refunded my bag fee from Friday’s disaster flight.

Now I am safely through security and getting ready to board on my way to Los Angeles. I’m getting picked up by that same best friend trooper of mine. So this is what I learned for all you frequent travels whether you have Type A, OCD tendencies or not.

1. Check for your ID. Don’t assume you have it. If you assume you make a you know what out of you and me. (But mostly just you…it doesn’t feel good I promise.)

2. If you miss your flight, don’t talk tot the ticket counter, call the airline.

3. Always get a ride from a grandparent or parent. They are so wise. Really just always have them around.

4. If disaster strikes, shake it off. You’ll make it somehow and God is bigger than this problem. Even if you feel like an idiot, God still loves you. (How great is that!)

Hopefully your travel isn’t as bad as mine!

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