Hubby (my boyfriend at the time) and I were coming back from China. We were flying into San Francisco and then flying home to San Diego. To San Francisco was like a 14 hour flight, the time difference alone can make anyone crack up. I also couldn't use the facilities (I have complete bowel and bladder) so, my only choice was to hold it & be uncomfortable. This is the only time I've envied my hubby's leg bag. I tried to limit my drink intake, but when those drink carts come around it's like a party on the plane so I couldn't help myself many times.
So, we land in San Francisco. Everyone files out the plane and I'm just holding it scowling at fellow passengers as they take their sweet time getting their bags. Finally the isle chairs! I hop into it, tuck my elbows in and belt myself. The isle chair people are amazed and I'm like COME ON! Okay, I can see my chair looming in the distance, but not my hubby's chair. Hmmm, strange. I bounce in my chair and not wanting to leave hubby, I wait ... and wait. I analyze my surroundings again and realize they have brought my hubby a clunky metal airport chair, not his Quickie. Just when my brain comprehends what's going on hubby arrives and says "Whoa, I'm not transfering onto that thing! Where the F is my chair!". I stare at him with sad eyes and he says "Sweetheart, you can go to the bathroom." I race up the jet way and find the nearest ladies room.
Upon entering the ladies room there I see it. My husband's wheelchair! My brain is blitzed and all I can think of is peeing so I yell "THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND'S CHAIR! WHAT THE HELL!" The old woman standing next to it looks perplexed. She explains to me that this is the chair they gave her when she got off the plane, she also asks if I need help. I shake my head with utter annoyance and proceed to pee in the handicapped stall (thank god it's open). When I come out I explain once more that this is my boyfriend's chair and I have to take it. I grab the chair and race out of the restroom. Meanwhile, hubby is still sitting on the isle chair in the jet way.
Karen to the rescue! Hubby's eyes light up as he sees his chair emerge around the corner and he transfers into it. The stewardesses are silent and the isle chair guys are silent too. We just leave with out a word.
Rushing to catch our flight to San Diego (it's on the complete other side of the airport, the other passengers got to take a shuttle and are probably already at the gate reading their books) I explain to hubby his chair was in the ladies room. We have a good laugh but really our blood is boiling inside at the incompetence of it all.
We finally catch our flight to San Diego & get home in one piece. Whew!
So, do any of you have any travel horror stories? I have a few more but I don't want to scare you. Muhahaha.
Edited by KarenFerguson, 10 September 2007 - 03:58 PM.





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