Here's how strong the parental instinct can be:
- They spent ~6 hours on the tarmac in DC waiting to fly to Atlanta on Thursday. Given it was over two stretches, but that's 6 horrific hours on a plane. But not going anywhere.
- They finally arrived in Atlanta about an hour after their flight to Seattle left. Which left them in the ATL airport at midnight. It wasn't exactly jumping.
- None of the nearby hotels had room. I found them a place 15 miles south of the airport.
- The airline did manage to get them a ticket. Arriving in Seattle on Saturday. Night. Remember, they were supposed to arrive on Thursday evening. My mom is devestated.
- My sister arrives in Seattle (she made the connecting flight) at 1:00am.
- My folks decide to buy one-way tickets on two other airlines to get to Seattle on Friday night (1:00am Saturday, actually). They nearly miss their connection in Vegas, but eventually arrive.
- We spend a weekend in Seattle. It is pleasant. The weather is great. I have to work Saturday and Sunday.
- Folks fly back east on Tuesday morning.
- They make it to Spokane before being forced to land because of a sick passenger. This is literally 45 minutes into the flight.
- They miss their connecting flights in Atlanta and are forced to spend ANOTHER night in Atlanta. I hear my dad getting a rental car and think he may be considering driving back from ATL to DC (10 hours) rather than waiting for a flight on Wednesday morning. But the airline gives them hotel vouchers and they stay.
- I assume they will make it back home tomorrow, but at this point, who knows.
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