Why Won't They Let Us Get Home?

I'm writing this at Seatac on Saturday morning.

We should have arrived at 545pm in Seattle, Friday night, for enough time to make the 759 flight to SFO. I should not still be in Seattle.

We left Iceland at 745pm their time. Friday. It was supposed to be at 5pm.

We still don't know why. They were vague and mentioned only "missed connections".

We got through the very odd, free for all boarding process and sat in our isle seats in the back of the plane. We had high hopes after flying this airline from Glasgow to Iceland.

It was a clusterfuck this time.

Loud passengers talking over rows, slamming overhead compartments by flight attendants, getting clipped by the fat assed flight attendant every time she passed our seats, Lindsay getting her hair pulled by people grabbing her seat, Lindsay having someone lean over her (while she was just about to doze) in order to talk to her seat-mate. It was comical. We got to the point we we so flabbergasted by the staff and passengers that we gave up caring. We were defeated.

Am I so old that I remember that flying used to be more civil than a Muni trip?

It was also bright the entire time since we were pretty much going with the sun. No real chance for sleeping since the cabin lights never dimmed.

Even before we left Iceland, we knew it would be tough getting the connection to SFO so I tried to get info before we left Iceland.

Priceline said to call USAir, USAir said to call United, United said to call USAir. Thanks to Skype, I just had to buy wifi to get this gobblygook.

So I hoped the folks at Seattle would help once we arrived.

Customs was manned by only 2 guys so we knew that would hurt our chances of catching a later flight. We were told weather delays in SF would give us a chance if we hustled.

We got the the USAir desk but they said to go to United.

When we finally got to United, we were told that we missed the delayed flight. We were stuck in SEA.

Icelandic Air gave us a hotel voucher (admission of guilt!) so we stayed right near the airport to try for a late morning flight. Today.

The hotel was what you would expect.

I hope we are both just psychosomatically itching.

As of now, we are in limbo. The flight we're re-booked on shows "delayed", weather in SF is foggy and we can only wish for the best.

I'm still hopeful we will get home within 24 hours of when we were supposed to.

Pictures will be posted tomorrow after I decompress at home with some off the scotch I bought.

Serenity now!