Continued from Savannah Day 2 Part 2.
Heading back home today. It’s been an exhausting trip, think we’ll leave the kiddos home next time for a trip like this. While PL had fun at times, it was also difficult for her to be out of her routine. Her skin has been dry and irritating her and that has caused her to be even fussier than her usual self.
We had PL sleep in grandparents room last night so that CL wouldn’t keep waking up PL during her night time feedings. That worked out well for RL, PL, and I. Not sure if the grandparents enjoyed having to be extra quiet in their own room though.
Soon we were all packed up, and I walked around the corner to pick up the car from the garage. Odd, someone had thrown some sort of liquid all over the front of the car while it was parked, but otherwise no damage.
Cool, got the car dropped off…except, the guy handling the drop off couldn’t process our return for some reason. Now we’ll have to head inside and talk to the service desk to see if we can get it resolved.
At the desk, I was informed that when I picked up the car, they had never opened my contract, and therefore couldn’t process my return. They claimed that they would get a manager to open and close the rental contract later. They better! I don’t want to get a notice months from now about how I’ve now owe thousands on a rental car! Update: It’s now been a week later, and I still haven’t seen the rental car charge on my credit card…Maybe it’s time I give them a call…
Then, after we got to the gate, we had one of the worst boarding experiences, ever! When it was time for the group with small children to board, we walked up and handed over our tickets to be checked. Then the rude gate agent said that we didn’t have lap infants noted on our tickets. Well, I had booked the tickets originally with lap infants, it’s your stupid machine that didn’t assign the lap infants to our tickets. Then at that point, we were directed to another gate agent, who was equally as rude. This gate agent took forever and complained the entire time about how it was our mistake that we didn’t assign lap infants on our tickets….wait a minute. It’s your lame system that fucked up, not us, you bitch! I didn’t cuss her out, but really wanted to get her name and file a complaint because she was actually just being plain mean most the time!!
Our seats were reassigned because now that our tickets showed that we had lap infants, we were put on the very last row where they had extra oxygen masks for the children. Finally, now we’ve got our tickets and we can board. Except it gets worse!
We proceed on getting on the plane, after half of the flight has already boarded ahead of us since it took the gate agent forever to resolve our lap infant ticket issues. As I am about to settle into my seat, I get a call from BH on my cell phone. BH just informed me that they wouldn’t let him board the plane because they said that he was with a later boarding group and that he has 3 bags, so has to check one….WTF. The gate agent is now just fucking with us because the whole time we spoke with her about the infants our whole group was up there talking with her and she saw that BH was apart of our group. BH was definitely with us, and he can board early because we as a family are traveling with young kids. As for the 3 bags, he was just holding one of our bags since some of us are holding kids instead. I am so fucking pissed at this point. Since we are in the very back row, there was a flight attendant who was in the back with us, I asked him to see if they can call the gate and explain all this to the gate agent. He said that he will, but he can’t make promises that they’ll comply with his pleas from up there. UGH!!!
Cell phone pic, but hard to see. BH was finally allowed onto the plane with all the bags. Delta, you suck shit!! Though, the flight attendants were super awesome in trying to resolve this issue for us. It was like night and day as far as their attitudes were concerned when compared to the gate agents.
While BH was stuck unable to board the plane, the gate agent had told him that he had to consolidate all of his bags in order to board, so he had put PL’s nuggets that we had bought in the airport inside the carry on.
Really excited about her nuggets! RL, DH, and I spent 5 minutes slowly chewing away the fried batter on these Burger King nuggets so we can just feed the chicken(hopefully some chicken…) to PL. The McNuggets skin peels off much much easier.
Had to deal with another gate agent here in Atlanta. Delta wouldn’t let me pick my seats for this flight until check in 24 hours ago, which meant that we got stuck with 4 middle seats and no one was together. I was told by another gate agent in Savannah that there are some seats that are blocked off that only the gate agent in Atlanta can give to us. Of course, this gate agent had a shitty attitude again when I asked him if there was anything he could do for us getting at least two seats together. After much pleading, we were finally able to get two seats together!
But seriously, what’s up with the shitty gate agent attitudes and the great flight attendant attitudes? Then it occurred to me that it may be because flight attendants are not from Georgia, they are probably from a different state. Maybe many people in Georgia are just assholes! Or maybe gate agents are just assholes! Fuck ’em!
Got on the plane, no drama with boarding this time. Then we gave an ultimatum to the passenger sitting in the seat next to our two contiguous seats; trade seats with another one of our single middle seats, or be at ground zero listening to a crying kicking PL for 2.5 hours…We now have 3 contiguous seats!
After a short 40min, PL wakes up from her nap. Shit! Immediately upon waking up, we knew we were in for bad, bad news. PL woke up on the wrong side of bed, was really fussy and scratched all over her body. The super dry air on the plane was giving her eczema all over her body and she’s super irritated by the itchiness. Soon, she was crying at the top of her lungs, and couldn’t be stopped. Then we get notice that we have started our descent and we all need to stay in our seats. We tried to give PL benedryl to help with the itching(as she was scratching so much she was bleeding), but she was so upset that she wouldn’t take her meds. She wouldn’t drink water or eat to equalize the pressure in her ears either. It was 40 straight minutes of hell with PL losing every bit of herself until we landed. That. Was. A. Nightmare!
Nope, not flying with kids again until they are past their toddler age. We tried it once, and never again until they are much older! If only the blog could convey 1/10 of the difficulties in traveling with a hyperactive toddler!!