Holding pattern

I, the Redheaded Rambler, sincerely apologize for the lack of blogs on this website for the past week. I was out of town visiting Scott's family, and I think it's sincerely rude to use other people's computers to blog about your general thoughts and annoyances. This sense of rudeness comes and goes, however, so if I'm at your house and use your computer, I just might be sneaking in a blog or two. This is your fair warning.

Scott and I had the unfortunate luck to have two flights cancelled by Southwest Airlines in 6 days in our trip out east and back. I consider this unconscionable on their part. I am a savvy Southwest traveler. I know the ins and outs of online check-ins, getting in the "A" group of boarders, finding a seat that actually reclines and allows me to sit by the window; I know to laugh politely at the flight attendants who use the overhead microphone as their own personal comedy show and applaud when they "sing us in" to the runway. I am a frequent flyer, and I have earned a free flight on their very airline because I have flown 8 roundtrip flights with them in less than two years. I am THE Southwest Airlines target passenger.

And so it should serve as a slap in the face to SWA that I let forth with a mighty, unladylike string of swear words when I was confronted with a second screen in less than a week stating that my flight was cancelled. I admit it, I do not handle these things well.

Scott, however, is a saint in these types of situations. He smiles at me, mocks my anger gently, and asks me that pointed question that I never want to hear, "What are you going to do about it?"

What am I going to do about it? Nothing. I'm going to sigh loudly and give the ticket agent nasty looks and elevate my blood pressure for 10 minutes, then I'm going to sit and read my book like everyone else waiting for the next flight to Chicago via Louisville, KY (if I would've known I was flying into Louisville instead of my previously booked non-stop flight, I would have scheduled an overnight at the Kentucky Horse Park...it's lovely...but I digress). I find it truly unfortunate that I am not wealthy enough to own a private jet.

Next up: driving the trusty Honda Civic to all far-flung destinations in a riotous, exhausting road trip hopped up on Cheez-Its and Yoo-hoo. All road trips should be full of hyphenated snacks. After I use my Southwest Airlines vouchers for a free flight and free alcohol, of course. They at least owe me a drink.