The airline offered a private jet to bring it back but she left it at my house till next year.
This is the same airline that left me in San Diego in June, by cancelling a flight and then not having any other flights for several days. And on my way home this time, sent me a text while I was in the air about "rebooking my flights". Then, when I went to the gate, there was no plane. Oh, the sign said "BOARDING" and I ran the entire way, but there was no plane. No. Plane.
Now, I'm no employee of Delta, but even I know that when there is No. Plane. at the gate or even in the vicinity, we are not boarding. After Bob left to go to the airport to pick me up at my planned destination, I was told that there was No. Plane. But they would try to find a plane. And then we would board the plane. When they found one.
I told the gate agent that I was not happy, and she smirked. I think she agreed that I didn't look Happy. I probably more resembled Dopey or Sleepy after arising at 3:30 AM to travel. I dunno, maybe Grumpy. But not Sneezy, as I'm a germaphobe except for cheese.
Still, there was no plane. No breakfast (it was 11 AM central by then), no lunch, no beer, nothing. So, Delta brought a drink cart and offered soft drinks and pretzels. Seriously, at the gate in Minneapolis, she was pushing the beverage cart.
Delta sucks. Bad. And it is the only airline servicing our area, within 250 miles.
It was at that point that I fondly recalled Paul's awesome pizza oven and the great time I had making pizza. I would have killed for a piece of burnt raw pizza at that point.
You all don't know how good you have it. You had beer.