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I made it home to New York City on Friday from Las Vegas, after three unsuccessful attempts to leave Sin City, which tacked two extra nights on to my trip.
The state of existence called "stuck at the airport" is a special kind of hell, and in my journey through it, I was reminded that there are better and worse ways to handle it. Also, there are also some pre-emptive steps that are smart to take if you think you're heading into a traveler's nightmare --which you very well may be, given nationwide messy weather and the holiday travel season.
So here, a chronicle of my attempts to leave Las Vegas, and the lessons you can learn from it. You'll find 12 tips distilled from my experience here.
Attempt #1:
I was originally scheduled to leave Las Vegas on Continental 1579, departing 12:15 p.m. My friend Andrew and I had breakfast Hash House A Go-Go (we shared Andy's Sage Fried Chicken w/ maple reduction, 2 eggs, bacon mashed potatoes & biscuit), I checked Continental.com on my BlackBerry and saw that my flight had a two and a half hour delay. I'd already checked in online, so I was in no rush to get to the airport.
At about noon, my husband Phil texted to say that the delay had suddenly shrunk by an hour. I headed to the airport right away. During the twenty minute drive, the delay dropped back even further, and by the time I'd arrived at the airport, I'd missed my flight.
Moral of the story:
Attempt #2
I got re-booked on a 4 p.m. flight. But it had already started to snow. Yes, Las Vegas was getting a snowstorm, and it was a doozy: a record-breaking snowfall, the most in December since records started being kept in 1937. Okay, it was only 3.6 inches, but this is the desert.
I arrived back at the airport in plenty of time, checked in, and headed to the gate. At first glance, I could tell that it wasn't going well, there were long lines in front of each gate podium: flights had been canceled, people were waiting for re-booking. I took a seat at my gate, where I overheard flight attendants chatting about how this how the airport didn't have any de-icing equipment. I looked outside the window, and saw the pilot getting off of my plane. I figured my fight was going to cancel. I moved a little closer to the podium, so I could overhear what other passengers were asking.
A side note: this is how I found out that the flight I'd originally scheduled to be on that morning actually hadn't left at all. It pulled away from the gate a few times, but never took off, and in fact, four hours laster, the flight had just officially canceled.
I also overheard this exchange between gate podium agent and passenger:
"You can't get me back to New York until December 22nd?" {Five days hence.}
"That's right sir, all of our flights are booked."
"You're kidding!"
"Why would I kid you?"
Expletives deleted.
Hmmm. That didn't sound good. I walked up to the podium and smiled at the harried agent. I said, did I just overhear that there are no seats available to Newark until the 22nd? She said I'd heard correctly, that Continental only flies to Newark, Houston and Cleavland from Las Vegas, and that all flights were booked. I said, I know you can't tell me officially whether this flight will cancel, but, do you advise that I call reservations right now to try to figure something else out. And she said yes.
I called Continental, where I have elite status by virtue of my frequent flier miles, and spoke to a dedicated elite agent. She confirmed everything, and I asked her to research other routings for me, through either Houston or Cleveland to get me home the next day. She told me she couldn't book anything until my flight canceled, which I assured her was imminent. The airport was shutting down. As we spoke, my flight, and every other flight that night canceled, and in a flurry of fingers across a keyboard somewhere, a seat became available on a flight to Houston the next day. I grabbed it. As everyone else lined up at the desk to rebook, I was able to head for the exit.
Moral of the story:
Attempt #3
Reservations had re-booked me on a flight through Houston the next day. Or so I thought. When I arrived at the airport, it turned out that I'd actually been booked on a flight leaving Las Vegas the next day, Friday. And there were no seats on any other plane that day. One more night in Vegas for me!
Moral of the story: Although I'd repeatedly asked to confirm the flight information and said "tomorrow" probably 20 times, all it takes is a slip of the finger to misenter a date. Use specific dates when you're handling things over the phone, and have everything read back to you.
Attempt #4
While I was at the airport counter anyway, I turned on the charm and asked to explore other options to get me home a little earlier, and perhaps not through Houston. From this, I learned that while next day's 6:15 am flight direct to Newark was completely booked, many, many people miss that flight (since you have to be checked in by 5:45 a.m.) and that no one was, as yet, on standby for that flight. I got on the list. And the next day, I got on the flight. I landed the moment before Newark shut down for the winter storm that caused all my problems in the first place.
Moral of the story:
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And as you indicated twice, it's also always nice to BE nice. The more flies with honey than vinegar concept. Glad you got home.
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