I think everyone has a bad travel story. I’m submitting this as my personal worst experience.
Lilian & I spent the weekend in NYC. We enjoyed central park, checking out a few museums, doing some shopping and some fantastic food. Overall a fantastic trip. I think NYC is an incredible city which everyone should experience atleast once in their lives. More on that later…
The trip back to Seattle was less than ideal.
It took 1.5 hours for the taxi to get from midtown Manhattan to JFK. This was primarily due to the flash flood rain fall that started on Sunday night.
The cab driver insisted on listening on either: spanish-speaking only salsa OR popular 70’s night club anthems (think: YMCA, Bee Gees, Queen etc. Further, the driver felt the need to make sure everyone around us could hear his music.
About 45 minutes into the cacophonous trip to the airport, I realized I had forgotten my noise cancelling headphones at the hotel.
I arrive at the airport, check-in and then am required to wait 45 mins to drop off my bags. When I finally reach the counter, I ask if I could apply miles and/or cash to upgrade to first class. At this point, I just needed a relaxing flight home. The attendant indicated that it was very likely and that I should check at the gate. She gave me an exit row seat and I was on my way.
I arrived at the gate and was abruptly told that my class of ticket didn’t qualify for an upgrade.
Upon boarding the plane, my seat wasn’t an exist row, it was the row BEHIND the exit row… thus giving me less leg room that a standard non exit row seat. Further, I had a middle seat… between two people who (as a consequence of their size) were already competing for my seat. None of this seemed to matter to the 6 month and 2 year old children behind me. I felt bad for the mom, up until she let the child use the tray table attached to the back of my seat as a trampoline for the 2 year old.
I decided that some music would help me get my mind off the situation. I ask the flight attendant for some headphones, which she was happy to provide to me and then ask for $2. I managed to find enough wiggle room to extricate my wallet and pay the $2. Naturally, half way through the trip, my personal entertainment system decided to reboot itself every 2 mins. By the end of the flight, I learned to recite large portions of the boot sequence for the Red Hat distribution of linux.
We finally land, I’m waiting by the baggage carousel helping various people pick their bags up off the track. Finally one lady mentions that “I should get tips for being so helpful to all these people”… that was a bad bad sign. Naturally, the carousel stopped and my bag was no where to be found. I go through the lost baggage process, but I wasn’t quite out of the woods yet.
You see, I had parked the car in a “Park & Fly” lot and the reclaim ticket was with the lost baggage. This specific company has three lots and I had to call each of them and ask if they had my car. Of course it was parked in the last one I called… thankfully, the Park & Fly attendants were mostly accommodating, though it took some time to explain why the reservation was under Lilian’s name and a “Pilarinos” wanted to take the car…. the registration cleared that up and I was on my way.
So, that’s my worst travel story to date. Think you can top me? I’d love to hear it…
Just a small observation: ever notice that discussions around bad travel stories and traffic violations always seem to bring people together?