After just getting nicely ensconced in a relatively comfy chair in security, I glanced up at the departure board. And what to my wondering eyes should appear...nope, not Santa Claus and eight tiny reindeer...no such LUCK. What I see is a "delayed" notice pop up. The delay means I cannot make my connection. Now, this would not be SUCH a big problem if they didn't have a canceled Toronto flight. The cancellation of the Toronto flight means a whole lot of people required rebooking...so no flights available for the next few days. After a solid hour at the check in desk I now have my adjusted itinerary. I AM going to Montreal tonight, but from there everything changes. I'll overnight in Montreal, get up at the crack of crow piss in the morning and fly to... I won't even ASK you to guess, cause you never would. I'm flying to Calgary...yup, Calgary...which on my map is no friggin where's near Glasgow. But, that's the best they can do. From Calgary I will take a flight to Heathrow, which I can GUARANTEE will be LONGER than 6.5 hours. But...when I FINALLY get to Heathrow, I will catch the SAME flight I was scheduled on tomorrow from Heathrow to Glasgow, only 1 day later.
All the necessary changes have been made. Fay's been added to the hotel reservation so she can check in to our room tomorrow evening. I've also had to cancel our walking tour on Wednesday in Edinburgh...but it was free, so not a biggie!
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...and it's a great lesson in rolling with the punches. I'm just feeling a bit punch drunk right now.