Who knew my trip back to France would be so full of adventure?!
Wednesday afternoon, my family & I left for the airport only to get a flat tire on the way. Luckily we left 3 hours early, and my dad is a pit boss. We continued on the spare (at a torturing 50mph) until we reached DFW International Airport. Once I checked in, they weighed my bag and of course it was one pound overweight. I pulled out my 1.25 pound container of chili powder and transferred it to my carry on since the employee said it was okay to do that. Then, when I check into security, I’m pulled aside to have my carry on bag checked through on the special table because of my huge container of Texas spice. Luckily it wasn’t a problem after all and I headed towards my gate.
Upon arriving at the gate, I quickly found out that my only options to eat at were Burger King and Taco Bell (this was the most minimal of my problems, but it was still a let down). After that I was greeted by the screen with the flight info that said “DELAYED – 15 MINUTES.” Thanks United Airlines! So, now my already short connection at Chicago became even shorter. I gave myself plenty of mental pep talks on the way there, and was also encouraged by my seat buddy. He had traveled a lot and told me that I should’ve brought a smaller carry on so it wouldn’t weigh me down while I was running to my next flight. Too late for that!
So I ran, and ran, and ran (O’Hare is a big airport) and made it with 10 minutes to spare! The check-in employees were laughing at me and saying “Slow down girl, you have time! Were you worried?” Yes, I was. I was one of the last 3 people to get on the plane but I had an aisle seat and couldn’t complain. I slept some, watched Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris,” slept some more… and somehow the 7 1/2 hours passed rather quickly. The 30 minutes I spent waiting at the baggage claim, however, did not pass quickly. Especially when there were no bags left and the thing stopped moving all together. I filled out a claim form with an employee, silently regretted the fact that I had packed my carry on in any other manner than practically, and eventually found my friend Simon outside to drive me back to good ol’ Hazebrouck.
I finally made it, and my suitcase should be here today – United Airlines is actually sending someone to drive it to Michel’s house!