On September 9th, my two kids and I were getting ready to travel back home to Washington State. We had another short layover planned in Dallas FT Worth International airport and were praying for good weather. We didn’t want to have another unexpected delay in Dallas. We arrived at the little airport in Fort Walton Beach also known as VPS with plenty of time to spare before our flight. We purchased something to eat and sat down to wait for our plane, it didn’t take long for me to realize that our plane was late. That’s ok, we had some time to spare, but then it was later and later. We ended up leaving more than 45 minutes late.
I asked the lady that checked us in for our flight if we would make it and she said yep, but once I was in the air, the flight attendant asked if we were the ones that were supposed to catch the connection to Seattle WA. I didn’t like the way she asked me, it implied we wouldn’t make it.
Hmmm and tears started welling up in my eyes as I also was told that it was the last flight out of Dallas into Seattle for the night. All I could think of was NOT AGAIN, Please God, NOT AGAIN.
She told me that if I do get stuck in Dallas that they would pay for my hotel this time because it was their fault that we were missing our flight. That was good news but I really just wanted to get home to my husband. She or the pilot called ahead and asked DFW if they would hold the flight for me. They said NO! So she spoke with the pilot again and he agreed to do everything he could to get me there on time. I was shocked that the pilot would do that for my little family.
The flight attendant also asked everyone on the plane to stay seated until we got off of the plane. I could tell that some people were less than thrilled but we landed with only 10 minutes for me to get off the plane with my kids our carry on luggage and run to the next plane. If you had seen me that night dragging my daughter and carrying my son screaming down the hall to the connection you probably would have thought I was a terrible mother. I was lucky that the flights were so close together even though they were in different sections of the airport we made it on foot.
We made it because the flight crew of American Eagle flight 2899 worked together to help a family get home. The flight attendant was so kind, she gave me her phone number and e-mail address in case I needed anything and she wanted to know if we made it home or not. Thank you we did. In fact, we even made it home with our car seats. I thought for sure that since I only had 10 minutes that our baggage would not make it. EVERYTHING made it home with us. I think that once my family made it on the plane that they waited for the luggage to come along with us. Thank goodness, we would have had to borrow car seats in the middle of the night to get out kids home safely from the airport. I think next time I’ll stick to an earlier flight just so we don’t get stuck in Dallas yet again.