After dropping Mickey off at the vet, Julie and Baby Gaby took us to the airport. We flew out at 11:20 am and landed at DFW around 5:10 Central Time. We took a walk to stretch our legs and finally found our gate only to find that it was changed. We walked to that gate and found it changed again. We then walked to another gate and waited…and waited…and waited. Finally we move to an adjacent gate and board the plane. At this point we’re at a 40 minute delay. Then, we sit on the plane for a while. Eventually a flight attendant shares with us that they are waiting for a pilot. They don’t know who he is or where he is. Great! Finally, the pilot shows up and we eventually leave the ground. We arrived in Pensacola around 10 pm…a full 1.5 hours past when we were supposed to arrive. We meet Daddy and my sister Cindy as we head out to baggage claim and find out that Mama is sick from the Chick-Fil-A dinner they had on the way to the airport. After riding the porcelain bus, she feels better. We grabbed our luggage which did arrive with us (yay) and headed for the homestead. By the time we got there it was late so we pretty much went to bed.
Once again, American Airlines demonstrates their superior ability to screw up a person’s travel plans. I love them so much!