I should have known when I left the nail salon and noticed that I’d inadvertently painted my toes the color of diarrhea that I’d be given out the much coveted Cow Shit Corner Award. I must admit, it’s been awhile since I’ve been all riled up enough to write one of these puppies, but here I go…
Oh, Direct Air.
When we were sitting on the tarmac in Worcester and you made up some weird tale about needing to fly to Atlantic city for fuel, I should have known that the end was near. I mean seriously, you don’t have gas in Massachusetts? New Jersey has the only fuel station? That’s kind of dicey. Kind of dicey indeed.
You said the plane was too heavy to turn. Gulp! That’s scary. To tell you the truth, I almost kissed the ground in Fort Myers when we finally landed. Thankfully, we spent the first half of our vacation delightfully unaware of the struggles of your organization until we hit Disney World.
Yes, this was the kids first trip to the Magical Kingdom. So imagine us standing in the middle of the Swiss Family Robinson House. My little guy was burning a major fever and looked fairly green (For fun, I’m blaming you for this too. The plane wasn’t exactly clean, I’m thinking it might have been a germ factory). We had just decided to take him back to the hotel when the infamous call came in. It was from my mother-in-law.
It kind of went like this:
“We’ve got a little problem.”
“It seems that Direct Air has ceased operation.”
“Ceased operation? As in, we don’t have a way home?”
“Well, you do have a way home…”
This is the moment that dread washed over my soul. Don’t say it Kath, just don’t say it.
Direct Air, I’ve taken this drive many times. It’s always been fine, but have you ever driven anywhere with my daughter? It’s like washing a cat. You see, she was born in the front seat of a car and since then she hasn’t been that car friendly, if you know what I mean.
Direct Air, you stranded us in sunny Florida. You left whole families stuck, needing to try to find new hotels, scrambling to find new flights with price tags that could get you to France and back again. Don’t you think there may have been a better way?
Direct Air, you are the new proud recipients of the Cow Shit Corner Award.
Sigh, I still wish it wasn’t so.