Lockport Union-Sun & Journal —
“Make the next legal U-turn ahead,” said the even-toned female voice on the GPS system. I laughed to myself.
“This is what happens when you give directions to women,” said my other friend Jon. He loves a good stereotype joke.
The directions my wife had obtained from the Net were wrong. In the mean time, they called AAA and were also given wrong directions, which is where the “legal U-turn” came in. We finally got to AAA, about 30 minutes after we turned off the 90, got our discounted tickets, and were on our way.
That was minor compared to the next one.
Colleen, her brother and I went to New York City in February 2007 for his 40th birthday. The trip was a nightmare.
It was right after a nasty ice storm in New York, and we landed at JFK without any trouble, but our luggage was nowhere to be found. The airline representative told us some of the luggage couldn’t be reached because there was ice on the tarmac on the other side of the plane. “Bull,” I thought.
The luggage arrived 90 minutes later. I’m guessing the workers went on their lunch break, or the luggage missed the flight and arrived on the next flight from Buffalo.
We hopped on the air tram, a train that connects the airport to the Long Island Railroad. The tram broke down. My friend Jon was waiting for us at Penn Station. We finally arrived about two hours late.
That was Friday. On Sunday, we were in midtown Manhattan when my cell phone rang. A recorded message cheerfully told us our flight was canceled and we would be placed on a flight Monday morning. We had to report to the airline’s ticket counter for details.
No word on when the flight would take place. No word on why the flight was canceled. Worse yet, no word about how we would spend the night in New York, and we had already checked out of our room.