I got my plane ticket months in advance using frequent flier miles for $10 round trip from Chicago to Virginia to see my family over Christmas. My layover on the way back was set for the 30th for about an hour and a half at the New York JFK airport. Tight squeeze, but doable. I've been wanting to visit New York for a long time, so I decided to jokingly post on facebook asking people to pray that my layover got delayed by approximately 24 hours hours... And you know what, God is funny like that: He answered my prayer.
It was like a movie scene. I first heard that my first flight from Viriginia was delayed by 40 minutes due to bad weather. The hostess assured me that I would make my connection however, since we were landing in the same terminal as I'd be flying out of at JFK, terminal two. So I boarded my plane and took away, with this funny feeling in my gut about it all.
When we landed in JFK, the flight attendant turned on the over head speakers and announced, "there has been a change in landing. We will now be de-boarding in terminal four." Oh no, well, this changes things. I had approximately 40 minutes - so I wasted no time. I got right off the plane, walked up to a security guard who was explaining to other guests how to get to terminal two. "You're not going to like this, but you have to go down this hall, out those doors, cross two streets, go upstairs, take the tram to terminal two, then go through security." CRAP! So off I went. I hurried down the hall, out the door, crossed the street, climbed the stairs, took the tram, got off at terminal two, and waited in line at security.
I must have accidentally gotten in the foreigner line which looked shorter at the time when the lines split. But the security guard was going AS SLOW AS POSSIBLE. He looked so board. I took each passport, opened it, checked as slowly as he could.... Each time I got one person closer to getting through security, more people would come through the express lane and cut in front of everyone. I was staring unbelieving at my bad luck. When I finally got through security, I didn't even put on my shoes. I had about 5 minutes to take off, and I was at gate B6-I had to get all the way to gate B-56! So I grabbed my carryon items, my shoes, my coat, my scarf, didn't put anything on, holding it all in my arms and took off running down the terminal. I must have looked like a crazy woman. The minutes passed. Sweat was dripped down my body and my face was beat red as I turned the corner and finally reached my gate. I looked out the window, and saw my plane - its load-in door was shutting RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT. I was panting I went up to the desk and a stewardess came looking very concerned... "That...was my flight!" "yes, I'm so sorry we cannot board anymore." "What do I do?" "Go speak with the help desk."
So I went over to the help desk to re-book my flight. There was another long line there - Delta was apparently having a bad day with flights... When my turn finally came, the lady could clearly see I tried my hardest to get to my connection on time. I had a stupid bun on my head, sweaty and beat red. She said the soonest they could get me on another flight was tomorrow at 4 pm. Unfortunately I didn't get a free hotel since the delay was due to weather though.
I walked away from the desk, and as soon as I was far enough, just started busting a gut laughing. God is so funny. I asked for this one. I always seem to have the worst luck with flying and traveling lately, but I couldn't complain about this. I asked for this. Perhaps it was God's way of telling my "Hey, I'm still here. You want to go on an adventure with me? I'll take you on another one. Let's go." What a funny Father.
So I did as much as I could. I slept for two hours, and took a train into the city. I saw times square getting crowded on New Years eve, walked in central park, saw the two towers memorial (which is incredibly beautiful), walked around the beautiful skyline over looking the city and the statue of liberty, played music in a couple train stations since I had my ukulele with me. It was a time to remember. One of these days I'll go there on a planned trip there..
What else is funny, is on my flight home the following day, I was waiting for my flight when the guy next to me says, "Heidi?" I look over, and it's my friend from Chicago. He was on standby for my flight. His seat number ended up being by mine, and we took a taxi back together. How small is the world aye?! (if you're reading this, hi!)
That was story time with Heidi. Hope you enjoyed. What about you? Have you had any crazy experiences with traveling and long layovers? Or what about bad situations that you turned into good ones? Tell me about it!
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