Earlier I began this letter…here’s the rest of the story!
Flight takes off and you seem to be going as planned. I’m headed to Texas and by golly I now have my boots on! Dallas, I’m coming! We’d been in the air for about 25 minutes, and I began to notice we were descending quickly. My heart starts to race a bit, I am looking fervently for huge buildings and a city below me large enough to be Dallas. I can’t find it. There’s no way 25 minutes gets an eight seater to Dallas. My heart’s beating a little faster. Nobody else seems to care, but I am literally making peace within myself that if it’s my time then it’s my time. Long story short…..ummmm hello, nobody informed me we were stopping in Hot Springs, AR!!!!! I legitimately saw my life flash before my eyes. All was well. I switched planes in the midst of a Charlie Daniel’s concert being set up on the runway, and they even let me back on with my three bags. Again, zero security!
Next flight was a breeze. I get to Dallas where I don’t expect a grand welcoming. I was in an eight passenger plane. The pilots, no longer the young, cute ones, inform us we will now have to go through security since we’re at a larger airport, so we should follow the signs to receive our bags. The signs take us through parts of the airport customers are never supposed to see. One large, cement room after another. After a good seven minutes, we open a door and sunlight hits us. No more signs. I am standing in a parking lot. Where the heck could my bag be?
About a minute later a luggage cart (yes, the kind they drive around on runways to fill planes) barrels around the corner hollering at us. “Are you Seaport Air?” At this point, I’m dying laughing, anticipating my luggage being dropped out of a luggage cart in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. I might as well have been a tarot card reader because this is the exact series of events that played out. I asked man where I am supposed to go for my connecting flight. He gave me very ambiguous directions, and there I stood alone in a parking lot with a 34.5 pound rolling suitcase, three carry-ons and my cowboy boots. It’s also 97 degrees. I can see the arrival area of the airport, but it is a trek away.
Thus I begin the hike. Two miles later I arrive at the Southwest terminal. At this point I’m feeling good. First order of business…ensure the 50 pound bag limit. I confirm this, find a seat to sit in and immediately begin repacking my suitcase. Once again, shoes changed in the middle of the airport. Cosmetics back in the suitcase. I even reorganized to put my purse in my suitcase so I only had two carry-ons. I was in the big leagues now. Three carry-ons will get you kicked off planes. I finally got situated and headed over to check my bag. Type it all in only to read, “You cannot check-in more than four hours prior to boarding.” Oh, I forgot to mention I had more than a five hour layover. At this point all I can do is laugh. Honestly, can this get any better?!
I end up posting up in McDonald’s for a good three hours doing school and life. There I sat with luggage abounding as I typed papers on my laptop, used Internet on the iPad and talked on the phone. Seriously, I am a walking Apple advertisement. To top it all off, I knew I’d be eating out a ton in the next 15 days, so I made it through this entire day with a sack dinner which I ate at my McDonald’s table. I know, I’m crazy.
After 10 hours of you, I made it to Houston and then in College Station around midnight. I ended up arriving having completed a great deal of school and acquired more patience in one day than my whole life combined!
Moral of the story: you get what you pay for. My flight may not have been seamless, but it was cheap, it got me there and it provided me with great entertainment! I’d recommend Seaport Airlines to anybody…50 bucks one way. Who’s coming to visit me?! True moral of the story: I really just didn’t want to forget this, but it also reminds me life is only what we make it to be. I could have easily been ticked the whole day. Instead I just chose to create great stories from it and laugh a ton. Wouldn’t trade you in this way for the world.
Bound to have a few crazy stories as much as I do you,
Hilarious traveler, adventure seeker