Day 25: I Have Never Had My Flight Cancelled

Pam and I would never survive on The Amazing Race. We’d be the first ones out. Taking care of your own travel arrangements is just too damn frustrating.

When we booked our flights to Ireland, we booked all our tickets with Air Canada, because, I dunno, probably because it was the cheapest? You get what you pay for.

So we’re sitting there, two hours before our flight is scheduled to lift off, when Pam gets an urgent email: “FLIGHT CANCELLED.” We run over to the gate we’re supposed to board from, only to find a line 40 people deep. “What does this mean?” everyone is asking. No one knows.

We ended up waiting in line for over four hours while Air Canada slowly plodded along rebooking everyone’s flights.

Actually, we ended up on a better flight, so I can’t complain about everything. Instead of flying to Toronto, then Dublin, we flew direct to Dublin, and ended up getting in a couple hours earlier than expected. And I can’t even complain about WHY the flight was cancelled, because the weather really was atrocious. It was one of those thunderstorms that just looks so foreboding, with the black clouds and whipping winds.

But what I CAN complain about is the fact that—to the surprise of neither of us—Air Canada lost our luggage. If people complain about me wearing the same clothes all the time, then you’re really gonna hate the first quarter of the pictures Pam took. Took them two days to return our luggage to us, and that process was pretty terrible too, though I won’t bore you with those details. Horrible customer service all around.

Our flights weren’t cancelled on the way home, but they were delayed for hours each time, which means we were forced to wait it out in (*shudder*) a Wahlburgers. I was told the burgers could only be cooked well-done, and Mark Wahlburg once beat the shit out of a guy so bad he went blind. Fuck you Air Canada.

Love,
Joey

P.S. The next ten posts or so are gonna be about our trip to Ireland. If this sounds boring to you, or if you would rather read blog posts that aren’t just me rambling on about my own life, please skip ahead, I won’t mind.