Fun with airports

Bright and early this morning, we loaded up the car and drove Jen to the airport for her 9:55 flight back to school.

When we arrived, the desk clerk told us the plane had been delayed, so it wouldn't even arrive until 9:25 and boarding would be pushed back half an hour. Departure was scheduled for 10:20. Jen, being responsible, called her driver in Chicago and informed him of the change.

I called Jen after we got home to ask if she had meant to leave certain things behind. She had, and her flight had been delayed an hour or so, now due to mechanical problems.

Around 12:30, as we were finishing lunch, Jen called. Her flight had been cancelled and she was booked in for a 5 PM flight, but in the interim, she wanted to be rescued from the hell that is the Birmingham International Airport. As it turned out, the plane was having fairly significant issues, but it being Sunday, the mechanic had to be called in from home. He lives an hour away, and so there was quite a lag in informing the passengers that they wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon.

Half an hour later, we pulled up, loaded her luggage back into the car, and took her home. She and I then joined our friend Sarah for TCBY (because everything is better with frozen yogurt) before we took her back to the airport, making it our third trip of the day.

Around 8 PM, she called to say she made it safely back to Chicago, many hours after she'd planned to get there. Poor kid.