The Allen Curse

When Jared and I started dating, he informed me of his curse with flying. It seemed like he was always having a bag lost or getting delayed. Since I had never had problems flying, or very few, I was hoping that my Harrison non-curse would out way the Allen curse. Nope, the Allen curse hit shortly after we were married - our bags were lost on the flight to Jamaica for our honeymoon, there was a hurricane coming when we were flying from Texas to Utah for our second reception so we had to change all of our flights and go later, and so on. But we have found that flying at Christmas seems to bring out the worst of our curse. Two years ago we were stuck in the Denver airport for about 10 hours - not fun at all!

But this year we were not even thinking about our flying curse, until we got to Utah and found out that Tori's car seat didn't make it with us. Losing a car seat is so much worse than losing a bag. Without a car seat you are stuck, no driving home and having them bring it to you whenever they find it. So, after searching the airport for about an hour and a half, we gave up and had to rent one for $90 - not fun! At least they did find Tori's car seat the next day (it made a trip to California instead of Utah), and they are supposedly reimbursing us for the rental cost!

Which brings us to our return to Indy today. Usually the curse only strikes once, so we were feeling pretty good. We made it to the airport and to Denver in record time. We had a 3 hour layover (don't know what I was thinking with that one), so we settled down for a bit in a quiet spot. Tori even took a great nap and we were able to get a breathing treatment done!

Everything was on time, we boarded, and then we just sat there for an hour and a half. We were up near the front so we could see mechanic after mechanic come in to check something out. After the hour and half, they told us one of the smoke alarm sensors was broken, they were having us get off the plane, and they would decide in the next hour if we were taking that plane or getting a new one. Our 3 hour layover turned out to be a 7 hour layover. The finally got us a new plane, gave everyone a $100 voucher for a future flight (we were really excited about this), let us watch TV for free on the flight, and, most importantly, got us home.

While today was not fun, at least we made it home with all our bags and a car seat. Tori was a champ and did such a great job! I think everyone on our flight enjoyed watching her run around the airport in her little Christmas footie pajamas!!! And our house was fine and waiting for us to get home! While we are not fans of our flying curse, at least it gives us some good stories to tell!!!