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Originally Posted by Standard
Did you fly out of the states? or canuckville?
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We went Vancouver to Seattle and then Seattle to Cancun. No issues going there whatsoever, it was on the way back we had problems.
Originally we were supposed to fly Cancun to Phoenix (1 hour stop over) and then Phoenix to Vancouver. But when we got to the Cancun airport our flight to Phoenix was delayed. So we're waiting in line to see what's going on and I can overhear the flight agents telling other people on our flight that they'll have to spend the night in Phoenix. So I'm fucking panicking because I had a pile of work back home waiting for me that needed to be done ASAP. So we head up to the agent counter and our flight agent disappears for 20 minutes. So we're expecting to have to spend the night in Phoenix when I half joke to my wife that maybe he's taking so long because he's got us another flight home that day.
Sure enough he comes back with a new flight itinerary for us. Cancun to Houston (1 hour stop over) and then Houston to Vancouver. I was blown away dude at our luck. Out of my own curiosity I asked the guy why he got us a flight home right away and was making other people spend the night in Phoenix. He basically told us that we were the only people not freaking out at him so he nagged his supervisor into helping us out. LOL!
So here's where it got a tad shitty. The flight to Houston was slightly delayed due to lack of runways in Cancun. AND, I had to sit next to a woman who, no joke, couldn't have been any lighter than 400 lbs. I felt bad for her because she was obviously embarassed as she took up half my seat. So I put on a friendly face and tried to make it look like I was comfortable just so she wouldn't feel so bad. So due to the 30 minute delay taking off, when we landed in Houston our other flight to Vancouver was already boarding. AND we had to clear customs which took about 20 minutes. So we clear customs and we're trying to find out gate. Houston International is MASSIVE. I go up to one of the guys working there after we've been walking for 10 minutes and I'm like "Excuse me sir, how far is gate c-42?" He responds "Pretty far." And he walks away. Then I go up to another guy and ask him where gat c-42 is and he responds "Sheeit son, where you think it is boi, it's between see fo' three and see fo' one." Then he laughs and highfives his buddy. So I ask him "Is there anyone here who can help me because our flight is boarding and we're going to miss it?" So he's like "You don' need ta axe no one nuthing, you flight don' take off til eight fiddy."
Finally a woman driving a fucking golf cart picked us up and drove our dumbasses to our gate just in time.
