Jun 16, 2006
Sep 05, 2006
I got two days to see Karla, do my laundry, buy some new luggage, (the old stuff finally fell apart during the international flight) and make arrangments for my next flight to New Orleans where I will catch a ride with some co-workers to Leeville, Louisiana to meet the boat for my next job. I had to change the date of my flight due to a delay on the boat so I called the Mexicana ticket counter, confirmed my ticket, took a subway all the way out to JFK airport to pay the difference in fair and recieve a reservation for my flight from Newark to New Orleans. At 4:00 in the morning I boarded the subway and made my way through 4 different trains and finally arriving in Newark in plenty of time to catch my flight, only to find that my ticket did not exist. The ladies at the ticket counter were baffeled how I could have a reservation and be on the flight manifest, but not have an e-ticket in the system. If you've ever read Catch-22, I felt like Doc Daneeka being told that he was dead when he was standing right there. Regardless of my reciept or being on the flight manifest, I was not allowed to get on the plane. I had to catch the next available flight. I attempted to fly standby on two flights but being the forth-of-july weekend, I was not able to make any flights. Finally I caught a seat on the 7:40pm flight arriving in New Orleans at 10:00pm. Nothing brings out the neanderthol in a person like spending 12 hours in an airport.