On my return trip to D.C., I was sitting in the Frankfurt Airport just boppin’ around on my phone, and my flight gets delayed. I didn’t think much of it even though I had a connecting flight. If you’ve read my other post, you know I am not one to stress about things I can’t control. Eventually we board and fly to Keflavík, where I have only thirty minutes to catch my connecting flight and a mile long passport control line to get through. Not only that, but the connecting gate was over one kilometer from the gate we landed at….. over HALF A MILE. The flight crew was very comforting, though, letting us all know that we would be taken care of.

I hustle to my gate, and see no gate attendants, the door to the ramp closed, and the place preparing to roll back. I sat there in shock for about one minute before running to customer service and yelling that I HAD to get on that plane. I had work the next day. I was alone in Iceland. No way could I be stuck here overnight.

Well, I was. That was the last flight to D.C., the agents told me. And they would not be getting me on another flight, because according to WOW Air policy they had given me enough time to get to my connection, even though my first flight was over an hour delayed. Sick.

I sat down next to a guy who seemed to be around my age who also had missed his connection to somewhere in the states. He had been watching me battle it out with the customer service desk while simultaneously speak with WOW Air representatives on the phone. When I had finally resigned to my fate, of being stuck in Iceland overnight all alone, I sat down next time him begging for companionship. I hate being alone. Adam, whose name I didn’t know at the time, was just staring at the ceiling, didn’t even look at me, and asked if I wanted to grab a beer. Of course I did.