My flight to Nebraska was not boring. The night before I was supposed to leave, a phone robot called me and said my flight was canceled. No explanation. No alternate flights booked. I was a little confused. I went online to try some changes, then called Delta directly. The people who talked with me were very helpful. I even got my destination changed from Omaha to Lincoln. Nice.
My flight left Baltimore on time, but somehow we were late arriving in Minneapolis. The wheels of the airplane were touching down twenty minutes before my next flight was supposed to leave. Yikes!
Karla had sent a text to see how my travel was going, so I told her what was going on. What happened next was cool:
Ha! Karla knew my gate number! It was like I was a spy and she was the computer genius! She even sent a map of the airport. This wasn’t just a tight connection anymore – this was a matter of saving the world. I ran from concourse G to concourse A. I haven’t run like that in a long time. Whew! When I got to A12, it was empty and closed. I thought I had missed my plane, but then a woman came out a door and said: “Are you for Lincoln? You’ve got to run!” And off I went down the jetway.
I made my flight. I got to Lincoln on time. The world was saved. Thanks, Karla. I couldn’t have done it without you.