Last year after the American Library Association convention, there was a groundstop in Atlanta and on my way home, I was stranded in Atlanta. The airline gave me a partial credit for a hotel room and told me to go outside and find the shuttle! So, I sat on a bench for what seemed like 60 minutes or more and waited for a shuttle to take me to the airport. That was last year.
Part 2, I flew from Dulles Airport in Washington, DC to Atlanta, today. Then I was SUPPOSED to fly from Atlanta to London. Instead, me and three other people were told, there’s no room for you on the flight. Yeah. Stranded in ATL: Part 2.
Tomorrow in Wales, UK, my film is having its international premiere. And, I won’t be there. Of course, I’m disappointed. I like to think globally and I wanted to support my film globally. Instead, I’m in the Hampton Inn writing on my laptop because I’m too disappointed to go to sleep. I’m back on the airport shuttle in less that 3 and 1/2 hours with the hopes that they’ll put me on a flight back home. You see any flight that the airline had for tomorrow would get me to London AFTER my premier thus making the trip MUTE!
I’m going to stop crying now and move on. But, I am not liking Atlanta’s airport. This is like the 2nd time I’ve been stranded. And the reality is: I fly a lot. And the only place that I ever get stranded is Atlanta. What is up with that? I think my picture says it all.