This is Bryce and Elias checking out the T. Rex in the Pittsburgh Airport.
I decided the story about getting to and from the airport needed a whole section of its own. This time the airports nailed us on both trips.
Jerks.
On the way out, we were up and ready to be out the door in time. Our trip to Memphis went alright. But we were supposed to land and be on another plane with only a half hour to work that kind of magic. Luck was not with us. Our plane was late into the airport and then they made us sit in our seats waiting for who knows what. The plane we were supposed to be on to make it to Pittsburg had already left by the time we exited the first plane.
It's bad enough when you're traveling and miss your connecting plane, but it's worse when there are a bunch of other people with the same problem. Bryce marched up to the ticket counter, already a little miffed by the situation, and talked to one of the attendants working at the desk.
I could only grab Elias and our stuff and get out of earshot or else I would've burst out with a "Oooooooh you're in for it now!" We ended up on a plane destined for Washington D.C after talking to a few others and a supervisor, a few hours of waiting, and Elias smacking some poor sleeping guy around (but I didn't feel all that bad because his bully 5 year old knocked Elias over on purpose and his granola wife just let him.)
I felt awful for my brother. He made the nearly 4 hour trip to Pittsburg to pick us up, only to have to drive another 4 or 5 hours to get to Washington D.C., then he had another 5 hour trip until we were back in West Virginia. LAME!
I thought the trip back was going to be a piece of cake. Bryce had an important meeting at work the next day. We had to be back in Houston no matter what so he could be at that meeting.
We left West Virginia early. Bryce drove most of the way (speeding) because my mom was driving too slowly for him to be comfortable. We had about 3 hours to kill before our plane took off. It was nice to be a few hours early since we had to go through the super screening at security. The woman going through the diaper bag chastised me a little for taking so much formula and food. "You really are only allowed to take enough for your flight." I told her that I packed so much because the last time we travelled we had some hiccups and the boy almost didn't have any food.
We let the boy wander around after we found our gate. Bryce went looking for an internet celebrity for a while.
Then it was time to leave. Only to find the plane had been delayed. This was fine, except for the fact that we had a connecting flight to make in stupid Memphis. Then the flight was cancelled.
We ended up staying the night in Pittsburgh. And we had to pay for it.
We woke up the next morning at 4 a.m. to make the plane leaving at 5:40 a.m.. We found out that the plane had been cancelled as well. All we could do was go to stupid Memphis and then make it back to Houston at 1 in the afternoon.
Bryce missed his meeting afterall. What a crummy return trip. Oh yeah, and take that stupid security woman. I'm glad I packed all that extra stuff or I would've been in way deep dookie.
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