It all began at 5AM Tuesday morning with the alarm announcing wakeup time. Bounding out of bed,we were ready by 6:15 to take the taxi to the bus station for the 3 1/2 hour trip to Mexico City for our flight to Dulles via DFW.
After a hair raising ride (and I do NOT exaggerate) from the North Terminal bus station to the airport, we arrived at the American Airlines ticket counter to be informed that there was mechanical problems with our plane. Hence, we would NOT be leaving at 1PM, but 2:30PM. No problem, except that we would then miss our DFW connection. Oh well, we thought, we won't have to run through the airport. Little did we know.
We DID leave at 2:30, feeling that all was well. After talking with others waiting for AA flights, we felt fortunate. One woman was supposed to have been in Denver at 1PM. She informed us of this at 2PM and wasn't even leaving Mexico City til 4:30PM!
So we left at 2:30, no problems, landed at DFW at 5PM. (We have now been up 12 hours). But, hey, we got throug customs and immigration with no snafus. Yee ha.
We take the tram or "skylink" as they call it, only to be informed at Gate 39 that it was now not the departure gate and we needed to go to Gate 6. We took a cart. Gate 6 informed us that the plane wasn't leaving at 8PM but at 10:55PM! And, oh by the way, go to Gate 4. Gate 4 sent us back to Gate 6.........
While waiting and waiting, we met several people who had been delayed many times going to San Francisco, Austin and just about any other place you can mention. It seemed to us just a major operational snafu - not bad weather.
The good thing was we met this amazing woman named Kathryn from Austin, trying to get home to Austin. At 86 years old, she was the most interesting person we met all day. She grew up in Port Lavaca on the family homestead. A delight to talk with.........Her memorable line of the evening was, "Well, I guess we're just too tired and old to revolt". It made me laugh out loud even as tired as I was.
We FINALLY departed DFW at 12 midnight, arriving at Dulles at 5AM. Eight hours after our booked arrival. We were goosey we were so tired. An hour drive to reach West Virginia. Needless to say, it was an adventure - not one I ever want to repeat.
Oddly, I had the same experience with American Airlines thirty years ago trying to fly from Seattle to Houston. It took eleven hours and I swore I would never fly American again. It took me thirty years to forget that vow.........I won't forget again.........NEVER again.