My girlfriend and I recently had a flight from San Francisco, CA to Tampa, FL with a layover in Miami via American Airlines. The problems started in San Francisco, when our flight was supposed to leave at 11:45pm. Due to the airport not scheduling the correct information for the flights, they double booked the gate we were supposed to be leaving out of. At 12am, we realized our flight to Tampa was going to be late, because they were still boarding a flight to New York, while the plane we were supposed to get on is waiting on the runway. Finally, everything gets situated, and our flight finally comes in. People are rushing off the plane, and then we begin to board.
We didn’t leave San Francisco until 1:10am. The flight over was completely horrible. There was a screaming baby, naturally, the entire 6 hour flight. The gentleman in front of me went into epileptic shock in the middle of the flight, and the flight attendants had no idea how to get a handle on the situation. People on the flight were freaking out, ladies screaming, little kids running around, and it’s around 3am.
We finally land in Miami 2 hours late, and now we have 20 minutes to catch our connecting flight. Of course, we had to run across the entire Miami airport to catch our connecting flight. We get to the gate where our flight is and the lady at the counter says “Are you two going to Tampa?” I respond yes. The lady completely snaps, starts screaming at us “If you don’t get on this flight right now, they’re going to leave without you. Don’t think planes wait for you.”
My girlfriend, knowing how much of a hot head I am, turns to me and says “Don’t say anything” but it’s too late. I start going off on this lady, explaining to her that her airline is the reason we are late. I wasn’t physically flying the plane. I am not in charge of when planes leave and what have you not. The lady responds to me in a nasty attitude saying that our flight landed 15 minutes ago and we had plenty of time to get to the other side of the airport. I look at her, and curse words just started to flood out of my mouth. Then she said the plane was leaving and we’re not going to get on it. She tries to shut the door in front of us so we wouldn’t be able to board, but my foot got in the way of the door closing. I threw our boarding passes in her face, said a few obscenities and boarded the flight.
Our flight from Miami to Tampa couldn’t have gone any more smoothly, which was pleasing. But what a way to end a 10 day vacation!