Thursday, July 23, 2009

Death to Lufthansa

Who: A poor unfortunate soul

What: Desperation to get to America

When: Sunday, July 19, 2009

Where: Frankfurt, Germany

Why: Missed connecting flight due to a delayed first flight

Picture me dragging through the airport with a bookbag two times too big, a neck pillow, and personal blanket. No phone. No internet.

I cried my eyes dry and itchy red.

"The next flight isn't until the morning."
"No, you don't understand. I can't stay here. I can't."

He tried to put me on standby but that idea failed miserably. 

So I stayed in Frankfurt, Germany at NH Morfelden with over 50 other poor unfortunate souls. Free dinner and free breakfast were included with the overnight bag.

I took a hot shower and put on the same clothes.

I have never wanted to be home as bad as I did then. I have 4 passport stamps to boast from going in and out, in and out, trying to get home.

"Mommy, I want to come home. I want to come home."

"I can't read German. Can you please just help me ma'am. Please. I just want to call home."
"I don't know what you want from me."

Helpless.

And then it happened again in Miami.

Initial flight was delayed so I was due to miss my connecting flight and I would have if that flight wasn't delayed too. I prepared for another breakdown at customs. I would have been darned skippy chunky peanut butter if they tried to put me in another hotel.

I don't want free dinner. I don't eat breakfast. I want to go home!

It took a day later than it should have but I got there.

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