My San Antonio travails
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 8:32 am
Well, the city itself is great. I stayed at the Westin Riverwalk and had the opportunity to eat at one of the Riverwalk restaurants. Absolutely a fantastic place. For me, it was kind of like Seine-meets-Disney for grown-ups. I loved it and will go back again with Tracey, because it is a place that is tailor-made for couples.
Now, the flight back was a little more dicey. I had a 6:30 flight from San Antonio to Dallas and a 9:30 from Dallas to home. Since I was scheduled for a two hour layover, I figured I'd just eat dinner at the Dallas airport. Anyway, our flight started boarding at around 6:30 (a little late) and I was in Group 5, the final group. After about 15 minutes, they finally call my group. There are about 20 people behind me as I approach the plane door when all of a sudden the people just getting on the plane start turning around. I hear "Get off the plane!!! Quick!! Run!!" So, I turn and try to run, but the people behind me were slow and we ended up fast walking back up to the gate. Of course, I'm thinking the worst, especially when I ask a guy who had already been seated what had happened inside the plane. He said that the captain came on to the speaker and said everybody had to get up and leave quickly and leave their stowed carry-ons behind. We are all huddled at the window and see four or five emergency vehicles surround the plane. After about ten minutes, they leave. It turns out that the power unit that powers the plane when it is on the ground had a circuit breaker pop, smoke started coming up and there was a fear that a fire would ensue, so they got everybody off. Not as big a deal as I thought.
So, we waited for a while while they determined whether that plane was going to be used. Once we saw them taking the luggage off, we figured out the answer on our own. There was a 7:30 flight to Dallas (the last one of the day), and I was somehow able to get a seat on that one. Unfortunately, it didn't take off until about 8:15, leaving me very little time to get my connecting flight. We landed at 9 and I felt comfortable that I'd make it. Then we waited. And waited. And waited. The gate we were assigned to was taken and apparently American Airlines didn't have any extra gates. After a half hour, we finally got to a gate. My flight was scheduled for 9:30 and it was now 9:31, so I did some quick math and figured out that I might miss my connecting. I get off the plane and do a quick dash to my gate, 11 gates from where we landed. My quick dash lasted about 300 yards when I realized that I'm not in the shape I was 20 years ago. I almost gave up, but I did my best pre-homicide OJ Simpson impression, and made it to the gate, with about five minutes to spare.
There were other annoyances during the whole process, so I have promised myself that this is the last time I take American Airlines if I can avoid it. Not a good traveling experience, to say the least!
Now, the flight back was a little more dicey. I had a 6:30 flight from San Antonio to Dallas and a 9:30 from Dallas to home. Since I was scheduled for a two hour layover, I figured I'd just eat dinner at the Dallas airport. Anyway, our flight started boarding at around 6:30 (a little late) and I was in Group 5, the final group. After about 15 minutes, they finally call my group. There are about 20 people behind me as I approach the plane door when all of a sudden the people just getting on the plane start turning around. I hear "Get off the plane!!! Quick!! Run!!" So, I turn and try to run, but the people behind me were slow and we ended up fast walking back up to the gate. Of course, I'm thinking the worst, especially when I ask a guy who had already been seated what had happened inside the plane. He said that the captain came on to the speaker and said everybody had to get up and leave quickly and leave their stowed carry-ons behind. We are all huddled at the window and see four or five emergency vehicles surround the plane. After about ten minutes, they leave. It turns out that the power unit that powers the plane when it is on the ground had a circuit breaker pop, smoke started coming up and there was a fear that a fire would ensue, so they got everybody off. Not as big a deal as I thought.
So, we waited for a while while they determined whether that plane was going to be used. Once we saw them taking the luggage off, we figured out the answer on our own. There was a 7:30 flight to Dallas (the last one of the day), and I was somehow able to get a seat on that one. Unfortunately, it didn't take off until about 8:15, leaving me very little time to get my connecting flight. We landed at 9 and I felt comfortable that I'd make it. Then we waited. And waited. And waited. The gate we were assigned to was taken and apparently American Airlines didn't have any extra gates. After a half hour, we finally got to a gate. My flight was scheduled for 9:30 and it was now 9:31, so I did some quick math and figured out that I might miss my connecting. I get off the plane and do a quick dash to my gate, 11 gates from where we landed. My quick dash lasted about 300 yards when I realized that I'm not in the shape I was 20 years ago. I almost gave up, but I did my best pre-homicide OJ Simpson impression, and made it to the gate, with about five minutes to spare.
There were other annoyances during the whole process, so I have promised myself that this is the last time I take American Airlines if I can avoid it. Not a good traveling experience, to say the least!