The return from Austin could have been a major nightmare. It almost was. But alls well that ends well. Here's how it went down. I got in a taxi to head to the airport and it's bucketing down rain. We hit the freeway and it is wall to wall cars. The driver knew the shortcuts to the airport and we detoured around the worst. Otherwise I might have been late for my flight which never took off.
My departure was set for 4:49pm. Stopping in Denver, I was due into SFO at around 10:30pm. It was promising to be a long day in cattle class as it was. Just a few miniutes before departure, it's clear we're going to be late. They hadn't started boarding. It was clear something was wrong. The first announcement said our plane mechanical problems. Not good. The second announcement was even worse.
The woman from United came on and said that our plane was grounded. There was another plane coming in from Denver later that night which we could take. It would be leaving Denver at 7:30, arriving in Austin around 9, heading back to Denver in the 11 o'clock hour and arriving after midnight. Excellent.
Austin has a small airport. There are not many flights coming in and out, but I thought for sure we get a flight to another connecting city, say Dallas and then head to our final destinations from there. That way we wouldn't have to arrive at our layover city after midnight, have to spend the night and then head on to the Bay Area the next morning.
Why I was pondering my fate, there was another announcement from United saying they thought there was an American flight to San Jose leaving at 7:30 which could accomodate United passengers traveling to the Bay Area. Wow. There was a surge to line up at the counter to get flights sorted out. I didn't react as fast as I should have and ended up close to the end of the line, which I waited in for more than 90 minutes to get a seat on the American flight, which I did.
It was really lucky. Not only did I get a seat, but I had an aisle seat on the 2 side of the 2-3 configuration and there was no one sitting next to me. No food on the flight, but I did buy an extra burrito at Chiptole and had some beef jerky. I relaxed, watched the movie Heaven on my Mac and settlled in for the dirext flight.
Now United made no mention of arranging transportion for us people who had paid for a ticket to SFO or Oakland but were going to arrive in San Jose. Yes, the Friendly Skies. Hard to image, I know. I called a friend and got her to come grab me. She was going to have to come to Emeryville to check in on the cats anyway, so it wasn't that much out of her way, but it was really nice and I owe her big time. I still can't believe that airline didn't do anything for us.
Amazingly, my bags arrived on the flight and came onto to the carousel in the first batch of bags. It must have been one of the last ones to get into cargo. So it actually worked out well. Direct flight instead of a layover. 2 seats all to myself. And that bags that arrived. Not bad.