We were supposed to fly from Minneapolis to Miami, hop a flight from Miami to Puerto Rico, then from Puerto Rico to Saint Lucia, where we would endulge in our honeymoon at the Sandals resort.
No, sir, here is what is actually happening.
I am currently sitting in a hotel room the size of a dorm room in Puerto Rico with some freaky light in it that makes me feel like I'm on some acid trip, and not a good one. We got to Miami and the flight was delayed there from 1:30 to 5:30, which means we would miss our flight to Saint Lucia because it left Puerto Rico at 5:30. We get on standby for a flight to Saint Lucia at 8:30. We finally get on the plane at 5:30 to go to Puerto Rico. We all sit down and they tell us that the pilots are actually not there and will not be for another 45 minutes. They FINALLY get there and we take off around 6:30. We find out from the pilots that the plane was delayed because there was no crew to fly it at 1:30 and they were supposed to get us a crew. No one knows why they did not. We get to Puerto Rico just as the Saint Lucia standby is leaving. Our next flight to Saint Lucia? Tomorrow at 9 PM! So I have spent the first two days of my honeymoon in fucking airports, not to mention the fact that the money we spent on the resort is non refundable and is costing us a grand a day. That's two thousand dollars we are spending to sit in this room here in Puerto Rico. I just want to say fuck it, go home, and call my damn lawyer. I have been crying all day. This could have happened ANY other time, but my damn honeymoon. Don't EVER fly American Airlines. With the exception of two people, everyone has been incredibly rude to us and the other people on the flights. So we will probably get to Saint Lucia on Wednesday, when I should be there now lying in a room next to the damn ocean enjoying my honeymoon.
I am so sad right now, I just don't know what to do.