I got up very early and took a taxi to the airport. I figured that I might be able to sneak in an earlier flight or something. I get there and realize that I'm booked for a flight from Montreal to Gaspe, and then I have a waiting time of 9 hours in Gaspe, and THEN I take a flight at 9pm to the Island. The flight I was taking from Montreal to Gaspe was going to the Island, but it was full, they couldn't take me on that one, so I had to wait for the next flight.
At the airport, I was in very early, but they were calling people to the check in counter by flight time. I had gained ABSOLUTELY nothing by going in early. I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, I was hungry, angry and worried that I would end up missing my flight again. The woman who was calling out people was just not answering questions no matter what. the confusion and frustration in that airport was incredible. Finally I got through, and managed to check my luggage in and get through security (which was a breeze, everyone was smiling!).
I pleaded with everyone I could meet, to give me a seat on that plane. To the people working at the counter in Montreal, the people at the gate, the stewardess in the plane. I did NOT want to sit by myself at the Gaspe airport, they have 1 vending machine, 2 tables and 6 chairs... that's it!
All the way from Montreal to Gaspe I was worrying about that thinking it would be horrible to sit alone for 9 hours. After being delayed for 2 days. It''s too far away from the town to just take a taxi and go. Even the staff at the airport were like: "you can't stay here for 9 hours, there's nothing to do here". Gee thanks!
Finally the lady that works the Air Canada counter in Gaspe let me go, just to shut me up I'm sure. There's nothing I didn't tell her. From bitching about having to spend 2 days in Montreal, to whining that my Mom cooked dinner and I couldn't just not show up... I went on and on until they let me back in my original Montreal-Gaspe flight. Instead of getting home at 11pm, I got there at 2:30 pm (the flight was delayed because they were waiting for me to go through)!!
I was so happy you wouldn't believe! I got to the airport in Havre-aux Maisons and called home. My dad answered and came to pick me up in his super pickup truck! Mom didn't know I was coming in early so I surprised her (she wasn't home when I called). That was fun.
At night we went to my uncle's house and they played cards while I was keeping the scores. It was great to finally be with my family. I'm not one to be homesick all that much, but to be so close and yet not there yet had me bummed to no end.
I don't think this delay was a bad thing since I got to see my nephew, but I'm glad to have finally made it without being stuck in Gaspe!!!
At the airport, I was in very early, but they were calling people to the check in counter by flight time. I had gained ABSOLUTELY nothing by going in early. I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, I was hungry, angry and worried that I would end up missing my flight again. The woman who was calling out people was just not answering questions no matter what. the confusion and frustration in that airport was incredible. Finally I got through, and managed to check my luggage in and get through security (which was a breeze, everyone was smiling!).
I pleaded with everyone I could meet, to give me a seat on that plane. To the people working at the counter in Montreal, the people at the gate, the stewardess in the plane. I did NOT want to sit by myself at the Gaspe airport, they have 1 vending machine, 2 tables and 6 chairs... that's it!
All the way from Montreal to Gaspe I was worrying about that thinking it would be horrible to sit alone for 9 hours. After being delayed for 2 days. It''s too far away from the town to just take a taxi and go. Even the staff at the airport were like: "you can't stay here for 9 hours, there's nothing to do here". Gee thanks!
Finally the lady that works the Air Canada counter in Gaspe let me go, just to shut me up I'm sure. There's nothing I didn't tell her. From bitching about having to spend 2 days in Montreal, to whining that my Mom cooked dinner and I couldn't just not show up... I went on and on until they let me back in my original Montreal-Gaspe flight. Instead of getting home at 11pm, I got there at 2:30 pm (the flight was delayed because they were waiting for me to go through)!!
I was so happy you wouldn't believe! I got to the airport in Havre-aux Maisons and called home. My dad answered and came to pick me up in his super pickup truck! Mom didn't know I was coming in early so I surprised her (she wasn't home when I called). That was fun.
At night we went to my uncle's house and they played cards while I was keeping the scores. It was great to finally be with my family. I'm not one to be homesick all that much, but to be so close and yet not there yet had me bummed to no end.
I don't think this delay was a bad thing since I got to see my nephew, but I'm glad to have finally made it without being stuck in Gaspe!!!
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