What an interesting experience, it took us two days to arrive at our destination in Mexico.  Our first day started with a 3:00 a.m. wake-up call by the alarm.  We arrived at the San Antonio Airport at 6:00 a.m., checked in, and then walked through customs with no fan fare.  I was rather suspicious from the start when I was printing the boarding passes the question popped up, “are you interested in receiving $150 for changing your reservations.”  Due to having  the reservations for three months, plus the time scheduled, depositing Beau at the sitter, and a sitter for the ranch, my answer was surely going to be “no.”  Everything seem to be rolling along, we were seated on the plane and in just a few minutes after everyone was settled, buckled up, and the children harnessed, the pilot announced that the plane had a “bad spark plug” and the part would not be available until about 1:30 p.m.  That we would all have to deplane, stand back in line and reschedule a new flight.  The words  spoken were so cavalier  like – is he joking?  “They were making us an offer we could not refuse.”  Sure enough, we  deplaned and all of those people were not just going in one direction.  We had people going to Houston and then heading in all directions.  So, it was no joking matter.  That is just what we did, returned to the ticket terminal and started all over.   We all felt like we had “chicken feathers”  in our mouths. We stood in line from 8:30 a.m. until about 11:30 a.m.   We, therefore, missed our flight to Mexico which was leaving Houston airport at 11:08 a.m.  The next flight to Mexico was full so they sent us to Houston to spend the night at the Marriott and leave on Sunday at 11:00 a.m (United paid for the hotel and breakfast).  While waiting for the flight in Houston, an announcement was made that the flight to Tokyo was delayed because they did not have enough  jet fuel!  Can you believe this?  Surely they were joking.  I really believe all of these irritations were a part of this administration harassing the American people.  On Sunday, the airport seemed to be the “house of horrors because of the dysfunction at  the counter.”  School children  and buses were everywhere.  They were going to different countries to “build houses.”  When we were checking in one of the employees told us he could not help us and asked a manager to help us.   I wonder what his job was behind the counter?  The only thing I could see was maybe he was loading the luggage on the baggage runner to the plane and was not qualified to take care of us.  Once we boarded the plane everything seemed to run smoothly.  Once that plane left the ground, we both felt much better knowing all of the problems were behind us.

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