So I'm in Memphis, Tennessee at the moment.
I'm supposed to be in Gulf Shores, Alabama.
Story time.
I left Central this morning at 9:00 to get to Columbia Regional Airport by 9:45.
My flight was at 11:23.
Long story short, we didn't leave until 12:40 because all flights were grounded in Memphis due to bad weather.
Got into Memphis at exactly 2:30.
Five minutes before my flight was supposed to leave for Pensacola, Florida.
Fantastic!
Thankfully, that flight was delayed to 3:30.
Sat on the plane for a good half hour due to weight-balance checks.
Flew more than halfway to Pensacola, about 45 minutes...
when the Memphis dispatcher radioed in, telling the pilots to turn the plane back around because they were over their duty hours.
What?
Yes.
We had about half an hour left to get to Pensacola.
But no. We had to go back to Memphis.
Then we had to fly around in the air for twenty minutes because there was too much fuel in the plane... ?
Supposedly there are no extra spots on the night flight to Pensacola.
Supposedly there are no extra spots on any Friday flights.
Supposedly there are no extra spots on any Saturday flights.
"Extra spots" on flights include flights to Pensacola, Fort Walton Beach, Biloxi, and Mobile.
Wonderful.
Fortunately, my dad got me on a flight tomorrow morning because he's an elite member or something? I don't really know. But I am thankful that I don't have to wait until Sunday to fly out... I'm not even standby or anything. I have a guaranteed spot on that flight to Pensacola tomorrow morning.
Seriously, though.
I wish I were already in Gulf Shores with my grandparents, instead of at a Holiday Inn in Memphis.
Mostly because my hotel room smells like old pizza.
Ew.
But God is good and He works everything out. Brilliant.
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