testing…1, 2, 3
Flashback to Falls Church, VA two days before our departure. We are taking a walk in search of a yelp-worthy cupcake place (which turned out to be an online delivery service only – Fail!) when D gets a phone call. Our flight reservations have been canceled. Because of D’s last name, this sort of thing happens with uncanny frequency. The airline overbooks a flight, then some manager thinks it’s a dummy reservation and deletes it – in some cases even after the flight’s been paid for and ticketed (which wasn’t the case this time because the government has a rule about not paying for reservations until two days before the flight).
Naturally, the flight is overbooked and there’s no way to restore our DC – Amsterdam – Nairobi route. Now we have to fly DC – Atlanta – Amsterdam – Nairobi, leaving 5 hours earlier to fly south only to watch the plane retrace our path on the way from Atlanta to Amsterdam. As if the cross-Atlantic journey wasn’t already long enough without the extra leg.
D decides to engage in low-scale verbal warfare with Delta/KLM. Over the next day and a half, we receive several conflicting emails with different confirmed ticket numbers for different flight patterns, so we decided to play it safe and show up in time for the earlier flight via Atlanta. All in all, we didn’t make out so badly: KLM wouldn’t restore our original itinerary, but we got 3 overweight bags checked in without fees, first class seats to Atlanta, and economy plus the rest of the way, plus vouchers. Kudos to S for marrying into this fun.