Travel Karma Revisited

My travel karma made a small appearance this last trip.  Not bad.  But a little bit.

I did not break a toe.  But I did find myself verbally reminding myself that I did not want to do that as I packed.  That would not have been good.

I drove Ladybug to my dad's house.  No major issues there.  I minor argument with my dad about what time he was going to drive me to the airport.  He believes that if your flight leaves at 11:30 (which mine did) that there is absolutely no need to get to the airport before 11:00.  While this may be true for some people -- I do not like to chance it. 

I finally got him to agree that I should arrive no later than 10:30 by convincing him that the earlier I get to the airport the more unsupervised time he gets with Ladybug.  Check in was easy.  Security was simple -- first time going through the body scanner.  And I made it to the gate with time to spare.

And that is when I realized just how small my plane was going to be.  A small plane is not good news for someone who hates to fly.  One seat on one side of the aisle and 2 seats on the other side of the aisle.  I didn't even know they made planes that small. 

I board.  To discover someone sitting in my seat.  She asks me to trade with her because she wants to sit next to the woman with the baby.  So I sit in her seat -- one row in front of her.  Next to the guy who fell asleep before take off and snored the entire trip.  As the woman behind me played with the baby -- and she let the baby pull at my hair.

But I arrive in Chicago.  Safe and sound.  And I begin to wonder how I am getting from the airport to the hotel.  I mean, I looked on the website and it said there was a shuttle.  But I don't see any hotel shuttles.  I walk up and down the halls.  So I finally decide to call the hotel and ask.  So I sit down and find the number.  I call.  It rings.  And rings.  And rings.  Really?  A major hotel doesn't answer their phone?  So I go on the hunt for the information booth.  I find it.  Nobody is there.  There is a sign that says they are on a break and will be back soon.  I try to call the hotel again.  Still no answer.  So I stop at another booth to ask them if they know anything.

Turns out it is the shuttle booth.  The hotels don't have shuttles.  But there is a private shuttle company that will take me in.  I buy a ticket.  And make it to the hotel. 

That is not too bad for travel karma.

Mean Mama