Only in Alaska!
I am so thankful to have made it home on the day before Thanksgiving, I am so tired of Air Travel. Only in Alaska would you experience something like I did. I hope you all have had a wonderful Thanksgiving day!
But before I tell you my “let me in, let me in” Air Travel story, I will tell you that I was coming home to Homer, Alaska from a wonderful trip with my girlfriend to New York State. Our trip had been fabulous until the flight coming back home from Newark, NJ to Seattle, Wa. on Tues, November 20.
About 30 minutes prior to landing in Seattle, I abruptly became nauseated and began throwing up. It came on very fast and it was very nasty! By the time we landed I was barely coherent and my belly ached something awful. I threw up all evening and considered going to the ER but after taking a medication that melted under my tongue, my gut started to feel better. I am sure it was food poisoning.
On Wednesday morning we were up at 4AM and heading to the SEA-TAC airport for our flights back to Alaska. I was so dehydrated that I walked at a snail’s pace. I was afraid to drink or eat anything for fear I would start to throw up again, but on the plane I was able to keep small amounts of water down and I slept most of the way to Anchorage.Air Travel
The picture above is of the aircraft I was trying to get on but the door wasn’t closed when I headed out…Now the fun part started.
On Tuesday, the airlines had changed our flight schedule so that our arrival time in Anchorage became 9 AM Wednesday instead of 5 PM. So I attempted to get an earlier flight to Homer as a stand-by passenger. I felt horrid. I just wanted to crawl into bed, but you have seen airports and you know that there just isn’t anyplace comfortable to lay down. I waited an hour at the gate, but I was told that everyone had checked in and the plane was full. The ticket agent tore up my stand-by pass and gave me a pass for the evening flight.
So I started to leave the terminal and started walking down the long airport hallway and had gone about 300-400 feet when I thought I heard my name being called. I almost ignored it because I thought I was imagining things because I was so sick. But I turned around and saw someone at the ticket counter making a gentle gesture to come here. I yelled, “are you talking to me”? She said ” yes” and motioned me to come back.
When I got there she said they had bumped some luggage and would let me on. She didn’t have a ticket for me and said to the agent, “hurry, unlock the door and take her out, they know she is coming”. I was thanking God because I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I had only walked 1/4 of the way to the airplane when the pilot closed the airplane door and locked it! I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I thought they were just trying to keep the plane cabin warm, but when I got up to the airplane the door stayed closed. I could see the pilot, but he didn’t notice me. So I started pounding on the airplane, and I mean POUNDING with my arms and fists! I thought to myself, “this is so absurd, this kind of thing could only happen in Alaska”! Finally the Airplanes door opened and I found myself face to face with a very surprised, very sheepish looking young pilot. I said, probably a little louder than I needed to, “I am the stand-by passenger that you accepted”! He let me get on the plane and virtually everyone onboard was laughing out loud. A male passenger yelled out….”I bet you thought you were going to have to ride on the wing”. And then he kept laughing. Once we were airborne it was one of the smoothest and prettiest flights between Anchorage and Homer that I’ve had in a very long time. I’m always thankful on Thanksgiving, but for this one, today, I’m just so thankful to be HOME and done with Airplanes for awhile.