Gotta Love Those Airlines
My son's delay this summer was only ten hours at Houston, not too bad.
When the kids came back from Europe they ended up in Shreveport, via Detroit, and then had to drive the final 200 miles back home in blinding thunderstorms.
Last year, the ex spent the night in Atlanta on her trip back to Louisiana. Too bad, so sad.
And today, after leaving bright and early at 6:30 a.m., she's still in DFW at 9:30 p.m.--waiting on a potential connecting flight to New Orleans which, if it even leaves, will arrive in NOLA at 1:00 a.m.--to be followed by a 140 mile drive. The original flight was to Lafayette.
My turn comes Thursday--I can hardly wait.