3 Ways to Wedding By Planes, Trains & Automobiles

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This article was contributed by Guest Blogger, Annette Langer.

Planes

My sister was getting married again, and I couldn’t wait to attend her wedding across country. My flight was delayed considerably, but we finally took off, and soon the flight attendant came by with the drink cart. I reached for the cranberry juice I’d ordered, our hands collided, and the overfull glass landed in my lap. After not so much as an apology, she offered me the nearby first class restroom to “tidy up,” she said. (It was a shorter distance than leaving a cranberry trail all the way to the rear lavatory.)  She handed me a towel to sit on, but since the middle seat was vacant, I convinced her to switch that cushion with my drenched aisle seat. Still, I sat on a hand towel in wet jeans all the way to Philadelphia.

Trains

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Image courtesy of Damian Brandon at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Our arrival was two hours late. I’d missed the earlier train I’d hoped for, but there was still a slight chance to catch the next one, the last train of the day. But first-class passengers had to get off first, and then the Captain made his exit after saying “buh-bye” to the crew. Finally, I was able to push through and race through the concourse in search of the train. I arrived just in time to see it pull out of the station. I ran after it, trying to catch it at the next terminal stop, but no luck. My carry-on roller bag kept turning sideways and keeling over during my sprint, much the way I felt, my legs wobbly after the long flight. I just stood there on the platform, watching the receding red lights of the last stagecoach out of Dodge.

Planes, Trains & Automobiles

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Automobiles

I spotted a sign for a shuttle service desk inside the terminal. The attendant there gave me a list of phone numbers for each of the companies, saying I should call each one for the best price. But it was after 9:00, I’d missed the rehearsal dinner, and I just wanted to get there. I asked about service to my sister’s town but then, given the hour, changed my mind and opted for one to take me directly to the hotel reserved for the wedding guests.

Halfway there, the driver admitted he wasn’t sure where we were. I had the wedding invitation handy, and fortunately, my trusty flashlight. Like a human GPS (but with a more sour attitude), I  talked him in from the back seat of the pitch-dark shuttle. On the way, he said he gets a salary plus a portion of each fare, bragging how much he’d made that day. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he wouldn’t take a credit card, saying he had to be paid in cash. I gave him the money and a small tip, remembering his boast only minutes earlier.

He looked at me as if to say, “That’s it?” I just said thank you, turned and walked into the hotel, too tired to dig for more money.

Wedding Day

The wedding the next day was perfect in every way, and my sister looked radiant. But the day sped by too quickly, and barely twenty-four hours later, I headed back to the airport.

 I boarded the plane, got settled in and waited for take-off. After we were airborne, the flight attendant clacked down the aisle with the dreaded beverage cart. Reaching my row, she asked what I’d like. Remembering my outbound cranberry juice debacle, I just ordered water.

She poured my drink and setting it down, spilled half the glassful on me—different flight attendant, same fiasco! Is this a new twist on “the friendly skies”?

Guest Blogger

Annette LangerAnnette Langer frequently employs humor to temper somber topics. Healing through Humor: Change Your Focus, Change Your Life! details her medical triumphs from brain injury to breast cancer while finding the “upside” to these challenges.  A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to the World: Diary of a Fearless Travel Agent follows her travels to all seven continents, once again sprinkling her narrative with generous doses of humor. She has contributed to many anthologies, including the Chicken Soup for the Soul series, and is currently working on a memoir about her experiences as a police volunteer. Visit her at www.AnnetteLanger.com.

 

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Comments

  1. Your experience reminds me of why I love long road trips with my husband doing the driving.

    • staceygustafson says

      Once my husband “Let” me do the driving on a long trip when he tried to catch up on work. We ended up in Chicago, 3 hours out of our way.I’m off the hook now!

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