The easyjet flight from Hell!!!! (part 2/3)

Boarding time (23.40) comes and goes, unlike our plane which does neither. No plane. A quick enquiry at the desk (oh, look it’s that EZJ b…ch!) only to find out that the plane is, in fact, in the air but running late because Luton and Gatwick have closed because of snow and all flights are redirected to Stansted. That’s right, closed. Now I can see the snow falling and it does not look that bad. I’ve seen worse snowfalls in Morocco. And yet 2 major
British airports are closed. Aaaargh!

I made two new friends, Paul, and Beth. The latter has an interview for a position as an air traffic controller. O irony. The board eventually switches our departure time to 1.40. Which seems odd, since if the plane was in the air at 23.40, ad the trip to London is about an hour …. We do the math (o the complete surprise of the EZJ staff) ad are now told that the plane never in fact took off. For lack of staff. WTF?!
The board switches one last time to announce a 2.40 departure time, just before the staff announces that flight is cancelled. Sorry for the inconvenience. No talk of hotel accommodations, rebooking, nothing. Just go get your luggage, and meet us at the desk. Fuck. I ead for the desk as the board behind me still flashes “EZY235 … 2.40 … boarding”.

Back at the EZJ desk the same EZJ b…ch lets us know that:
1. Yes, we’ll be spending the night at the airport. The hotels are all booked out. Tough shit, fuck off.
2. There are 3 flights to Edinburgh the next morning (8.05, 8.45, and 11.30) that are slowly filling up as people trickle forward. The next flight to Glasgow is at 17.45.

I wave a feeble-looking ‘ol lady ahead of me. She takes the last seat on the 8.45 flight. Of course. I am booked on the 11.30 the next morning. I give the EZJ b…ch my dirtiest look, which can be that scary since she gives me her whitest smile. Cunt.
The feeble ‘ol lady is nowhere to be found. Probably sprinted for the nearest open bench to get some shut eye. Said benches are now of course all occupied. The terminal looks like a freaking refugee camp. People sleeping in every position, everywhere. A sit on the ground for a while and fall asleep. Kinda.


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