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Cinnabon: From 6-8 p.m. get two free cupcake bites.
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McCormick and Schmick’s: There are $10.40 dinner and drink specials at the bar, plus you will receive a “Tax Relief Certificate” for $10.40. Also, tax preparers get a good break on April 16; by presenting your business card receive a free dessert with the purchase of any entree and one of those “Tax Relief Certificates” for $10.40.
P.F. Chang’s: Visit today and receive 15% off food purchases (does not include alcohol).
Subway: Score a free cookie.
And technically this promotion is to celebrate Earth Day (I think) but today at Starbucks bring in a travel mug and they will fill it up with coffee for free.
“There are never problems with morning flights at MCI, they nearly always leave on time,” so says my mom on our way to the Kansas City airport. For the rest of the day, the air transportation industry set out to prove her wrong.
Tuesday I woke up at 5 a.m., to be out the door by 5:30 a.m., to arrive at the airport at 6:15 a.m., to fly out at 7 a.m. I was schedule to fly from Kansas City to Atlanta, GA and from there on to Jackson, MS.
Sounds pretty flawless right? It was smooth sailing until the fly out at 7 a.m. portion.
The first flight of the day out of MCI to Atlanta was scheduled for 5:45 a.m. and delayed until 7:45 a.m., because the plane didn’t have a battery. (This doesn’t make sense to me either, I’m just conveying what I was told.) You’ll need to know this later.
Due to the first plane delay, the Delta crew was running behind before the day started.
For my 7 a.m. flight, a frazzled representative near the boarding gate kept getting on the intercom telling us (in other words) to not heehaw around, we had 15 minutes to get our butts on the plane in a quick and orderly fashion if we wanted to leave on time. Yes ma’am!
Lesson learned. People behave when their schedules are threatened; I’ve never seen a mass of people follow instructions so well.
We boarded the plane, sat down, fastened our seat belts, and were ready to go within our time challenge. Then, the pilot got on the intercom, praised us for our efficiency, and told us we had to de-board the plane. Apparently this plane didn’t have oxygen. Again, one of those seemly necessary elements worth checking before herding us to our seats. So, we got back off the plane.
By this time it was 7:30 a.m. and there was a mad dash to the ticket counter to wrangle a seat on the previously mentioned delayed 5:45 a.m. flight. An entire plane’s capacity worth of people were desperate to get on the next plane in 15 minutes.
Somehow I lucked out with a seat on the 7:45 a.m. delayed flight and at 8 a.m. we took off from Kansas City. My connection to Jackson was scheduled to leave at 10:45 a.m., but I kissed that good-bye upon landing in Atlanta at 11 a.m.
Since I missed my first connection I was re-booked on a 1:25 p.m. flight, but my boarding pass had the words “Seat request” printed on it. Wasting no time after touching down, I made my way directly to my next flight’s gate, which included some terminal hopping on the shuttle. The words “Seat request” made me nervous.
Of course, no one was at the counter yet, and I was instructed by another gate keeper to come back at 12:30 p.m. I wandered around looking for food, a flat screen television and comfortable seat, but settled on a Quizno’s salad, a large window, and an empty row of seats to stretch out on.
Promptly at 12:30 p.m. I made my way back to counter D1A and secured my seat on the next plane. However, they were taking volunteers to fly out at 4 p.m. with the incentive of a $400 credit voucher, because they overbooked by one passenger. As I was pondering this, my eyes follow the sight path of a gathering crowd near the window, who were watching two mechanics open up the plane side thingy (technical, I know), questionably peering into it. The boarding lady gets on the intercom and announces that the plane is delayed due to a routine mechanical inspection and will take off at 2 p.m. By this time, I accept the bump back to 4 p.m., figuring my day is shot anyhow and I can at least get another flight out of it.
Two p.m. rolls around, and another announcement is made. The plane has problems, they moved us to a new plane, a new gate and new take-off time of 2:30 p.m. Everyone gathers their belongings and grumbles while making their way to the new terminal gate.
In the meantime, suddenly there is a 2:50 p.m. flight to Jackson, there’s a seat available for me, and I can still receive a credit voucher. For an extra twenty minutes of wait time, I score $200 dollars from Delta.
Time passes, 3 p.m. arrives and we finally take off from Atlanta to Jackson. That flight was routine, except my seat was directly next to the only lavatory on the plane. Gross.
I was extremely happy to touch down in Jackson. My original estimated time of arrival was 11:12 p.m., but the air industry managed to stretch that out to 4 p.m. (a mere five hours later).
It wasn’t so bad, my plans were somewhat flexible, although I was planning on working half a day, ha! The most unsettling part was encountering three planes that were unfit to fly at the scheduled time.
And that ends the great airplane debacle of 2010.