Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Spirit Air

We've* been flying Spirit Air for almost 20 years now and have never had a late flight or any type of problem whatsoever. But we must have been overly lucky up until my wife's most recent trip out west.

Her Friday morning flight out of Detroit Metro was delayed. Wouldn't have been a big deal, except she had booked a 2 hour shuttle bus ride from the Denver airport up to the Air base in Cheyenne. So she missed her bus, but they run every two hours and she was able to hop on the next one.

Her return flight was scheduled to leave Denver at about 8 pm yestreday (Monday) local time and arrive at Metro at about 12:30 in the morning (Tuesday here). Well, yestreday morning the flight was posted as 'delayed' about two hours. She had enough notice and so was able to spend an extra couple of hours with those babies before hopping on the bus south.
By the time she got to the airport, though, there was already another hour delay posted, and shortly thereafter, the flight was cancelled.


What do ya do now?

We talked on and off for almost two hours as she waited in line with a hundred other happy souls and as I tried to access alternative flight options online by means of our very unreliable internet connection (remember the joy of trying to download songs in 1995 through the phone line?!?). The frustration level was high, and I swore some.

2:30 am our time and she just called with the itinerary: 6:25 am (about six hours from now) Delta 1517 leaves for Atlanta and arrives at 10:54 am. After a two hour and 16 minute layover, she will board Delta 1608 at 1:34 pm and arrive in Romulus at exactly 3:31 pm. Meaning, I get to leave work a little early :-).

She was in good spirits and with good people, and I thank God for that. She also said there's a McDonald's with dollar cheeseburgers in the airport. Life is good.

Thank You, Father, for working this out. Thank You for always making a way, thank You for always providing. 

We love You, too.

I am ready for bed.

'We' is a bit of a misnomer. I flew once with my wife down to Lauderdale for a spring break adventure in 1996. We rented a Sebring convertible at the airport and spent a week in the Keys. It was a wonderful time. It was also the only time I've ever flown. Moni has flown to Vegas a couple times with her sister, and more recently, several times to Denver, en route to see her son and his family in Cheyenne, WY.

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