Can We Have Your ATTENTION Please...

The weather in DC is MARVELOUS! 

Of course it is…or so we’re told.  

We wouldn’t know.  Why you Ask? 

Because:

The Damn Flight was cancelled!!!

And yes… the Last Minute pre-departure routine from Casa d’ Chaos was done diligently at 5:30 AM:

Flight Status - "On Time" {Check},

Bags locked and loaded, toiletries stowed, [You Know What” included], {Check}

Tablets, Laptops, Fitbits etc. charged and stowed {Check}

2 Sleepy Boys dressed and ready {Check} 

Uber arrival at the time planned. {Check}

[The driver lives around the corner]

No Departure Chaos… Yet.

It was not until we breezed and I mean Wham-Bam right through, TSA-PreCheck [no Gongs Bells, Whistles, Alarms… Na-Da... she left the bangles in her bag], grabbed a couple of bagels ‘n’ coffee, and did the usual pit stops on the way to check in, when...

as Chucky approached with a question, the worried look on face of the agent at Gate D5 raised a flag. 

All Chucky wanted to know was since they had 2 small children in tow and 2 different boarding zones, could they all board in Zone 1?  

[Not that it mattered, the Gold Delta/Amex card used to buy the tix precludes all that and gives them Priority Boarding].

    “Uh yeah, sure, ya can all board

    on Zone 1, if we board at all.”

SAY WHAT?!?!

It seems that all the bad weather in Atlanta managed to screw up tons of flights and they ran out of drivers and crew for our plane.

  “Have a seat,  over there, I'll make   

    an announcement soon.”

So, we head to The Chairs - "Over There,” to wait out the verdict.  20 minutes later, Chucky spots a growing conference at the desk and wanders over to hear the pilot on the phone with Crew Scheduling begging for a crew, while the gate agent is shakin’ his head:

    ”Uh… It don’t lookasogood. 

     Have a seat, I'll let ya know soon.”

Just then...cheers go up from Gate D1 – 

Seems their flight crew just stumbled in. 

Hey, there may still be hope.

Ok, so Chucky decides on a pit stop of his own and dontcha just know it, his phone rings in the stall [while he’s checking the Delta Website, yeah...right]

    “Uh, Chucky, don’t rush back,

      they just cancelled the flight!”

Yup, the Obligatory Departure CHAOS has begun. 

Well, ya just know there ALWAYS has to be a little CHAOS with each NOWAT. 

Uh… this was a bit more than "a little", as was the line to the D5 check-in desk – OUT THE DOOR!

DING!! Chucky’s phone now alerts him that Delta is re-booking his cancelled flight, more details to follow.  Then another DING, Delta has them booked the next day at 2:45PM arriving in DC at Midnight.  N.F.W.!!!

He’s not waiting for that to happen and heads to another not so busy gate and smaller line to see about alternatives. After 20 more minutes in a non-moving line, he decides there is nothing he can do here that he can’t do at home on the computer [even Delta SkyMiles help desk has him set for a call back -"in Over 3 Hours".

{LATE NOTE - the call came in while drafting this, it rang to a Que Desk 6 times and kicked him out to the "1 Question Quality Survey" - guess what he scored the call as- and hung up on him}

SHE now tries to call Greg to come get us but he must still be sleeping and not answering his phone or text's.

Ok… where’s that Uber Driver’s Card?

Unh uh… he’s already back around the corner from Casa d’ Chaos so he can’t take the call, but lovely Ugette, in a Black Nissan Altima does, and after trying to fetch our frazzled travelers downstairs at Arrivals, while they waited Upstairs at Departures, she finally collects them and

“Just directs their feet, to the sunny side of the street.”

[Got that Earl?] Or actually, back to Casa d’ Chaos.

Wow… that was a short trip, which this post was not, so we'll catch you up later with the rest of today’s frantic efforts to:

Alert Dan and Angie to our new schedule once we re-book a better flight, Re-book the rental car, re-route a cuz that was to meet us at Arlington on Sunday, and figure out what's for Dinner.  

   "Sounds like a Pizza Night!" SHE Says.

HE got no sleep last night so how about a nap after we do all the above?   

Uh... Maybe, but so what if it’s 11:00AM…

Where’s My Scotch!!!

Ciao 4 Now

Uncle Chuck & the not so happy, 

Dragon Lady