Looking back, I now realize my vacation trip to Las Vegas was doomed from the start. In 2000, this Yahoo Contributor thought it would be a great idea to go see a couple friends who lived near Las Vegas. They were going to have some free time at Easter and I had finally worked it out with my employer to have a couple extra days off around the weekend of Easter. I got my airplane tickets pretty easy. However, my luck soon changed. A day before I was supposed to go on my vacation, I had major vehicle trouble. Lucklily, my parents had an extra vehicle I could borrow. I needed to be at the airport by 6:00 a.m. the next morning.
I didn’t sleep much that night before the trip . I remember I did manage to get out of the house on time and missed most of the early traffic in Columbus, Ohio. However I had a little trouble finding the right airport garage to store the vehicle while I was gone, but I finally got the vehicle landed so to speak. By this time, I was starting to get a little frazzled due to lack of sleep . As I was walking up to the bus stop, the bus pulled away so I had to walk another half a mile to the next stop. I waited there for forty minutes. I was told three times that usually doesn’t happen, which didn’t relieve any of the stress that had started o build up from the last forty eight hours before this vacation.
The airport bus finally arrived and transported us to the doors of the Columbus, Airport. The Columbus Airport has two floors. One floor the passengers get rid of their luggage the next is where the boarding terminals are. I reluctantantly dropped off my suitcase, wandering if I’d ever see it again, and took the escalator to the next floor. Since 1997, I have had pins in my hip and ankle which meant the kind of walking I had done that morning was already have an affect on my energy level. As I got to the second floor of the airport I realized the terminal I needed was on the other end of the airport. There were people everywhere. And a lot of those people didn’t look very happy, mumbling about cancellations. I remember as I got to the terminal for the plane I was supposed to board, I looked at the screen and noticed there really was a lot of cancellations and one was a plane to Las Vegas. Of course, it was the plane I was supposed to board. I instantly began to panic because my friends knew what time my plane was supposed to arrive in Vegas and were going to leave their residence early to pick me up. There wasn’t an easy way to reach them to change plans either.
Unfortunately, that airport experience only got worse. When I asked for the next available plane to Vegas, I was told I would have to wait until the next day. After four trips back and forth across the whole airport, I’m not exaggerating, and four calls to my parents and catching my friends before they left, I finally found a plane that was going to Las Vegas. The only difference was I was leaving three hours later then was orginally planned. That and the fact that I had been switched from a nonstop flight to taking a small plane to the Indianapolis, Indiana Airport where I would transfer to a plane that would also make a stopover in Phoenix, Arizona before it’s final stop in Nevada.
When I finally boarded a plane, we were delayed another half hour before we could leave the Columbus, Ohio Airport. I just sat in my airplane seat and closed my eyes and thought, okay Lord, please just let me safely put my feet on land again sometime today. The plane arrived in Indianapolis with ten minutes before my next plane left. I luckily made it to that plane terminal right before the doors were shut. The nightmare still wasn’t over. When we landed in Phoenix, we had an hour delay because they were having trouble with the plane that was flying to Nevada. When we boarded that plane, all the lights went off as we were getting ready to go down the runway. We sat in the dark for another twenty minutes.
Needless to say, I finally arrived at the Nevada Airport at 11:00 at night. My friends were there. They looked quite relieved when they saw me. Actually, they looked like they had just seen a ghost. I asked them what was wrong. They said they had been told the plane I was on had crashed and I was probably dead. I come to find out that with all the wonderful confusion, the plane number had been mixed up and when they couldn’t find the plane number, airport staff told my friends that plane must have crashed because they could no longer find that number anywhere.
Now on the upside of the trip, I had three very nice days visiting my friends and seeing Las Vegas. However, when it was time to go home, after my friends hd dropped me off at the airport terminal and had left for their home, my flight back to Columbus, Ohio was cancelled. I ended up spending all night at the airport hoping I could catch another flight because I had already extended my vacation time from work and was paying extra for a vehicle that was sitting in Columbus, Ohio. When I did finally get home, I just went straight to bed.