So, by now you have heard that our trip to Disney World didn't go exactly as we had planned. We started off by arriving a little late at the Wichita airport. We ran up to the gate as they were boarding our plane, and were told that they had oversold the plane and we would not be getting on. This was a puzzle to us, as we had purchased, and PAID FOR, our tickets a month earlier. Also, they let other people board after us. Whatever. So, we were re-routed through Denver for a later flight to Orlando. We got to spend a few fun-filled hours in the Wichita airport. Playing games on our phones,
doing crossword puzzles,
making lots of phone calls to rental car companies and hotels,

and eating soft pretzels.

We made it to Denver late due to weather delays, and found out when we got there that the lady in Wichita who re-routed us had not CONFIRMED our seats on the Denver to Orlando flight, so we were flying standby on that plane. Of course it was overbooked also, and we were once again left setting at the gate. Oh, there were tears. Lots of tears. So, the airline sent us to a hotel in Denver for the night, and put us on a noon flight to Orlando the next day. We spent another few hours watching planes in Denver.

Sometimes, a few tears can get you somewhere. Like, first class.
Oh, those first-class seats are roomy. And they come with actual blankets, not the flimsy see-through ones you have to beg for in economy. Also, did you know that first class passengers get warm cookies and milk? And nuts, slightly warmed in a pretty little bowl? And tablecloths? And cloth napkins? And all the pop you can drink?
Also, they let you listen in on the communication channel so you can hear the pilots talking to air traffic control. Pretty cool!
We finally arrived at our hotel about 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, twenty-three hours after we were supposed to be there. But we made it!
