But, then we got to the airport... We arrived around 11:15 a.m. for our 2:35 flight. The American Airline attendants that checked us in and checked our bags were rude. Our bags were over the 50 pound limit, so we had to shift some things around. No big deal. Aside from the bad service, we got checked in and made it through security. JW forgot he had a pocket knife in the backpack we had with us, so that got confiscated, but we didn't get in too much trouble. The boards were showing our flight on time, so we walked around and looked in some of the stores in the airport.
We made it to our gate with plenty of time to spare. Then, the bad news started... the flight status boards were now showing our flight to be delayed by two hours. We were still okay though. Taking off just before 5 p.m. would still put us in Dallas in time to make our connecting flight to Houston that night. Other people at our gate were not so lucky and were going to miss their connection due to this delay, and they weren't happy.
With no airline staff at our gate to answer questions, several passengers called American Airlines to find out what was going on. We started hearing rumblings that there was bad weather where our plane was coming from. Then, we heard the plane was having mechanical problems... not again! Well, eventually they did send an attendant to our gate, so Joey got in line. The news wasn't good. They were now delaying our flight to leave Jamaica at 8 p.m. So much for making our connection to Houston... that wasn't going to happen. So, with what we now knew, our plane was supposed to land in Dallas at 11:35 p.m. and we wouldn't leave for Houston until the following morning.
We didn't activate international calling on our cell phones, so we were off to find a way to get in contact with our parents since Momma Hance was planning to pick us up in Houston that night. We found a service desk that allowed us to use their phone. Our moms were happy to hear from us, but had been checking our flight online, so already knew about the delays. I asked my mom to call Shay or Megan to come get us in Dallas so we could spend the night with them instead of one of the dumpy hotels the airline was going to offer us.
After getting in touch with our parents, we felt better. We went and bought a deck of cards and headed back to the gate to entertain ourselves for the next six hours. JW and I had both finished our books on vacation. We played one round of Spades and made friends with a cute little girl and her parents that were also on our flight. Then, the attendants at our gate made an announcement.
The customs staff in Dallas was not going to be there when we landed at 11:35 p.m., so they were going to have to route us through Miami to go through customs, and then onto Dallas, landing at 2:30 a.m. Stupid, right?! JW got in line to get our dinner voucher they were giving out, and I went to call my mom again so she could get in contact with Shay or Megan and tell them not to worry about coming to get us in the middle of the night.
I had started to not feel well by now and knew I was getting sick. We killed the next few hours playing go-fish with my new friend and grabbing dinner before the airport restaurants closed at 5 p.m. (yep we almost didn't get to use our $24 dinner voucher which didn't even pay for us to both eat at Quiznos).
Long story, short... we boarded our flight in Jamaica at 8 p.m., landed in Miami, went through customs, had to claim our bags there and re-check them, then got back on our plane to fly to Dallas. We landed in Dallas at 2:30 a.m. and were given flight information for our flight to Houston, another dumpy hotel voucher, and instructions to go down to baggage claim to get our bags and catch a shuttle to our hotel.
Well, keeping in theme with our American Airline experience so far this trip- our bags did not come out, the flight information they gave us was different than what they'd given us in Jamaica, and the shuttle for our hotel did not show up for half an hour. I tried to go back upstairs to talk to an attendant, but we were not allowed back in the airport without going through security. Well, guess what? Security is closed at 3 a.m.! They assured us our bags would be routed to our final destination, so, JW and I, along with a few other unhappy customers spent the night in the lobby of the DFW airport. Our flight, we now found out, left at 7 a.m., so we needed to be back to the airport by 5 a.m. It wasn't worth it to try and go to the hotel for less than two hours of sleep without our luggage. Words cannot describe the bafflement we felt at this point.
Some of the airport staff brought us cots, bottled water, and granola bars. We set up all of our cots in the security line just to be funny, but actually spent the night on a couch. It was not a fun couple of hours.