*This was originally written while I was still traveling.*
Is there anything more frustrating than a delayed flight? Yes- three delayed flights. On my round trip from Phoenix, AZ to Rome, Italy, three of my four flights were delayed by at least an hour. While this would be enough to piss anyone off, it was made worse by the fact that I was meeting people in both Rome and Phoenix (the Phoenix person left from the same airport as me with a different airline- they left on time).
I am normally a totally go-with-the-flow person when it comes to delayed flights, this trip was exhausting, and the day after I got back I had to help run the new student orientation. Needless to say, my time was precious. So imagine my shock and outrage when I spoke to the gate attendant and she told me that an hour was “not considered an inconvenience.” First of all, who are you to tell me if this isn’t an inconvenience. Secondly, I had actually been delayed about four hours total.
Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done. So I walked away in frustration and lay down by a pillar for a while. And now here I sit, typing this post, as I still wait to board.