Nothing goes to plan: part two

As the rain began to move over Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport we slowly shimmied and scooted off of our American Airlines flight from St. Louis around 8:50 am Thursday morning. I turned my phone on as I walked down the aisle of the aircraft. One new voicemail, but somewhere between remembering to grab all my equipment and gathering my daughter and her mess I forgot to check it.

Off the plane and into the bathroom I remember to check my voicemail. It’s American. Our connection flight to Santa Ana in an hour has been cancelled last minute. When I say last minute I mean sometime between 6 and 8 a.m. while en route over the Midwest they cancelled my 9 O’clock flight. Awesome.

While other folks look at the flight boards trying to find the Santa Ana flight that doesn’t exist I moved in on the ticket counter. We got booked on a 3:45 pm flight out of Dallas and placed on standby for a 10:30 am flight. Long story short we were the last three people on that 10:30 am flight.