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Writer's Block: Bad trip.
What was your worst travel experience ever, and why?

I'll keep this one short, seeing as how this was so long ago.

It was my first plane flight ever. I went to Minnesota in January to visit a university I later decided not to attend.

The trip there was great. Hey! This plane stuff is easy!

A van was supposed to take me to the airport. The van was late. I arrived at the airport with my luggage and was told to get in curbside line.

The computer failed.

I took my luggage inside and got in the other line.

By the time I made it to the front, the plane had taken off.

I was 18 years old, left alone in the airport, and told "it's taken off already" with no further information. (No cellphone. No other thought of calling home.)

Feeling abandoned in cold north, I sat on a bench and began to cry. It was my best option at the time.

A guy came over and asked me what was wrong. I relayed the entire experience at which point he said, "Come with me."

He led me somewhere, talked to someone, and put me on a flight to Tennessee, along with instructions for my connecting flight. That dude was awesome. (I assume he worked at the airport, but for all I knew he could have been a fucking apparition.)

Tennessee. After a very long lay over, I get on the flight and sit on the plane for an hour while they de-ice the runway, after the mechanical error on the plane.

My 8am flight out of St. Paul ended up with me landing in Pensacola, FL 12:30am the next day.

"My first plane trip" taught me many things about flying.

1) No one ever takes me to the airport (I drive my own car.) I arrange my own transportation while away from home (a cab is more reliable than a shuttle), I arrange to be at the airport 2 hrs prior.

2) I take the first flight out whenever possible, even if that means staying in a city another day. I never travel in the afternoon / evening.

Fun fact: It was colder in Pensacola when I arrived at 30 degrees than in St. Paul where I'd left at -10.


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