DEJA BLUE: A Jet Blue Family Travel Tale
Two small kids + terrible weather + twelve hours at JFK = a flight that never happened. One mom’s family adventure to nowhere.
I could feel it that day when I woke up at home in CT. Ice pellets were bouncing off the skylights and there was a light coating of snow and ice on the ground. The phone was ringing — it was the phone chain of moms calling to say that school had been canceled that day. Just the kind of day I like to travel with my two small kids: when the weather is so bad that even school is canceled.
Travelers are a commodity, and we are treated like just so many bags of chicken feed or cans of cream soda…
The first time this happened to us was seven years ago, when my oldest child had just turned 1. We were flying back from a trip to Los Angeles. It was a Thursday morning, and we had planned our flight for early that day so that we could spend Friday preparing for my stepdaughter’s Sweet Sixteen party, to be held at our house on Saturday.
When we got to LAX the scene was complete chaos. All flights to the East Coast were delayed or canceled due to thunderstorms. But with the flying time and the time difference, we figured that at some point in the day our flight would be rescheduled. But no: United simply canceled every flight.
weekend flights were already oversold.I’ll forego the full tale of the hellish 14 hours we spent at LAX that day, baby in stroller, slogging our bags from concourse to concourse trying to find pay phones, concession stands and hopefully, a helpful ticket agent with
a flight bound for New York. But finally, with the help of a wonderful travel agent (John Murphy at Carlson Wagonlit) we got the last seats on the last flight out of the airport that day — a Delta flight to Philly, where we rented a car and drove home Friday morning.
Luckily our daughter was a good-natured baby and wasn’t too cranky during the ordeal. Luckily for us, too, we only had the one child; each additional child multiplies not only the misery at the airport, but the difficulty of an
airline rebooking you. As it was the red-eye flight we finally took, my daughter sat on my lap that night.
We have all had to come to the sad realization that travelers are a commodity, and we are treated like just so many bags of chicken feed or cans of cream soda. As outrageous as that may be, it’s what we have to deal
with when we book a flight.