Friday, August 28, 2009

Seatless In Seattle

Ah, the joys of military flights. We're traveling "Space A" (Space Available), which means all the people traveling on orders get priority and we get to hope and pray for the remaining seats. I still think the more efficient method would be to throw everyone into the Thunderdome and hope for the best, but they insist on all of this "first come, first served" nonsense.

Anyway, after sitting in the terminal for a few hours, we learned that "Space" wasn't "A". So much for the guaranteed flight home we were assured of when we left Okinawa. JOY. To boot, they made this announcement - after much clusterfuckery and inefficiency - at 2:30 in the morning. Why this process has to take HOURS every time is beyond me, but there it is.

On the bright side, the only available shuttle back to my parents' house was a limo, so at least we got to ride in comfort and luxury before finally collapsing into bed at 3:15 am.

So, now we're stuck in Seattle.

How long? Don't know.
How are we getting home? Don't know.

Something good will come of this. I can feel it in mah bonez...

2 comments:

  1. Free flying is awesome-horrific. I had an Uncle that worked for American Airlines and could fly anywhere FREEEE, and well....ouch.

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