I had missed my connecting flight our of Charlotte, NC because of weather delays. Now, my original travel plan had me departing Charlotte around 6:15PM, and getting to San Diego around 8:30PM (local time). It was now 7:00 and I had no plane, no plan, and no hair. Just kidding, I had my hair.
Now the travel lady was understanding (which may or may not be mutually exclusive with "nice") that half the plane had missed their connecting flights (it's not our fault that no one wants to stay in Hickville, NC). She informed me that I had be added to the next available flight out to San Diego. Awesome, right? Mreh...
She proceeded to tell me that there were no direct flights out tonight, and that I would need to go through Phoenix, AZ to get to San Diego. I took this as 'you'll be getting there late tonight' but what it really meant was 'hey, fuck you kid. we screwed you over and don't gotta do shit cuz it was the weather's fault, so go piss on a rock--HAVE FUN SPENDING THE NIGHT IN PHOENIX!!! MUAHHAHAHA!!!! HAIL SATANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!' or something similar. Bottom line, I had to stay in Phoenix AZ for the night, AND get my own hotel room.
In a seemingly nice gesture, the lady gave me a voucher for a 'distressed traveler' discount. To get it, I had to call a number, and they'd give me a discount hotel to help me in my 'time of need'. Well when I got to Phoenix, I called the number, and the lady offered my a room at some hotel for an 'exclusive discounted rate of $59', and me, thinking that this agency was legitimately trying to find me a cheap hotel, took the info down. Luckily, everyone else had gotten the same info, and the hotel's number was busy, so I never got through. I did a simple online hotel search for the Phoenix area, and immediately found two hotels that were closer to the airport, and cheaper (I picked the luxurious $41/night EconoLodge). Upon post-travel investigation, the distressed passenger number? An advertising agency. Hotels pay them to direct customers their way under the guise of slight discounts on their rates. And if the line hadn't been busy, it would have worked like a charm on me.
My EconoLodge stay was uneventful (and really, I only was in the room for about 7 hours) and after an unshowered and unchanged (my checked bag was still marked for San Diego, not Phoenix) 5:30AM wake up, I was on the plane to San Diego.
Now what happens when I get there???
Now the travel lady was understanding (which may or may not be mutually exclusive with "nice") that half the plane had missed their connecting flights (it's not our fault that no one wants to stay in Hickville, NC). She informed me that I had be added to the next available flight out to San Diego. Awesome, right? Mreh...
She proceeded to tell me that there were no direct flights out tonight, and that I would need to go through Phoenix, AZ to get to San Diego. I took this as 'you'll be getting there late tonight' but what it really meant was 'hey, fuck you kid. we screwed you over and don't gotta do shit cuz it was the weather's fault, so go piss on a rock--HAVE FUN SPENDING THE NIGHT IN PHOENIX!!! MUAHHAHAHA!!!! HAIL SATANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!' or something similar. Bottom line, I had to stay in Phoenix AZ for the night, AND get my own hotel room.
In a seemingly nice gesture, the lady gave me a voucher for a 'distressed traveler' discount. To get it, I had to call a number, and they'd give me a discount hotel to help me in my 'time of need'. Well when I got to Phoenix, I called the number, and the lady offered my a room at some hotel for an 'exclusive discounted rate of $59', and me, thinking that this agency was legitimately trying to find me a cheap hotel, took the info down. Luckily, everyone else had gotten the same info, and the hotel's number was busy, so I never got through. I did a simple online hotel search for the Phoenix area, and immediately found two hotels that were closer to the airport, and cheaper (I picked the luxurious $41/night EconoLodge). Upon post-travel investigation, the distressed passenger number? An advertising agency. Hotels pay them to direct customers their way under the guise of slight discounts on their rates. And if the line hadn't been busy, it would have worked like a charm on me.
My EconoLodge stay was uneventful (and really, I only was in the room for about 7 hours) and after an unshowered and unchanged (my checked bag was still marked for San Diego, not Phoenix) 5:30AM wake up, I was on the plane to San Diego.
Now what happens when I get there???
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