I have been a slave to American Airlines and their frequent flyer program for many years now. But recently, to my surprise, I found super cheap flights from Denver to Austin for only $59 each way. My parents were flying me and my little one home for a few days for a visit.
Saturday we arrived at the Denver airport, checked in, and they even allowed my husband to escort us to our gate. At security, however, my husband realized he still had his pocket knife which had been a gift from his dad. So, we had to proceed without him… with a toddler, several bags, and a stroller while juggling shoes and liquids. As many of you know, it isn’t especially easy. My iPhone was in my pocket and it set off the alarm, so they took it from me and we made through with no beeps. Then the lady patted me down while I was holding my toddler. Then came the process of them checking our sippy cup liquids.
At that point, I was getting a little nervous about time. I still had to take the train to another gate.
Luckily, I got to the gate around twelve minutes before our scheduled departure. The lady at the desk asked if I was Brooke, and I said yes, and she told me I’d made it just in time. That’s when I realized that my phone was still at the security desk across the airport. I asked the lady what she recommended I do, and she told me to choose between the phone and the flight, so I reluctantly opted for the phone since she told me that they would probably be able to get me on another flight later.
I figured my husband was probably still at the airport, so I went to the payphone to try to call him. It accepted my credit card, but no answer. I left a message. I tried my parents. No answer. Then the phone stopped accepting my card. I had 4 quarters in my wallet, which would give me one more call. No answer, and the payphone kept my money.
So, I took the tram back to the security area and went to the information desk. The guys at the Denver airport were so, so nice. They let me call my husband, who thankfully had received my message and had already retrieved my phone.
Southwest people offered to put me on the next flight, but with stops in Amarillo and DFW, I really didn’t want to be stuck on a plane with my toddler for over five hours. So, we got a nonstop flight that evening.
Once on our flight, the pilot came on and said, “we have asked the flight attendants to remain seated for an extended period of time as we are expecting severe turbulence as we push through this cold front and storm.” As the male flight attendant went back to his seat, he stopped and told me, “if and when the masks drop from the ceiling, be sure to to put yours on before putting one on your child.” Great. Fabulous. There was an off-duty crew member seated behind me who said, ““we are expecting several fifteen foot drops.”
As we hit the turbulence, I was holding on to little M for dear life. The plane was shaking and it was like she was flying off of my lap. The lady next to us was sobbing with her head buried in her hands. What was Little M doing? She was laughing HYSTERICALLY. Not at the lady, but she was just having more fun on this thrilling airplane ride. We hit 39,000 feet and finally settled in at 33,000 feet, but it was bumpy nearly the entire flight.
Luckily, Colorado to Texas is only an hour and a half, maybe two hours. And let me tell you, this flight crew was hilarious. They don’t take themselves too seriously, and they have fun. It makes the flight so much more enjoyable. They made the standard, boring announcements fun which put people in a good mood and made them listen. I loved it!
While in Texas, I decided to stay a few days longer so I could see a few more family members and have dinner with my brother in Dallas. Southwest doesn’t charge a change fee, so it was no big deal to just switch my return flight.