My flight was an absolute mess. I went from Quebec City to Montreal then to IAD. My first flight was delayed 3 times (with the email service giving me a heart attack by saying my flight is about to leave and then that my other flight had already left) before being cancelled. They wanted to stick me on a flight the next day. I'm a broke, disabled person. I couldn't afford another night in the City, and my cats' sitter couldn't do another visit.
So, I managed to get moved to a much later flight (I had been set to leave at 9 am, so I got to the airport at 6, and my new flight with a different airline was set for 4 pm). I finally make it to Montreal (thankfully nothing went wrong with this other airline, besides me having to re-check my luggage in) and things go from bad to worse.
I mentioned that I'm disabled, I needed the wheelchair assistance, so they come get me, and I'm taken to the service desk (while being bumped into things and people along the way, it's not a great airport for people who need the assistance). When we get there, I find out that the person who set up this new flight had sent me to an airport 2 hours from my home. My normal airport is still 30 minutes away, but I certainly couldn't afford an Uber from this new one. So I say that, and I get blank stares.
Thankfully I was able to get shifted to a new flight (yet again, and this one I did kind of miss due to the next issue) but they set me under this really hot light and left me to wait next to this guy's desk. I saw him get through 2 groups of people, the second set telling him that he needed to help me. I had been sitting there for 20-30 minutes at that point. (I had planned to ask what was happening after these kind ladies were done with him)
So he says all of a sudden that the guy who should have come for me was stuck on a plane. Which, okay, I get that things happen, but why was I just sitting there when there surely must be more than one person who could have helped me?
This guy takes me himself, and then I get left in a hallway with about 10 other people (many of them seemed to also be using assistance) who had had their passports taken to print off their boarding cards and hadn't seen or heard anything since.
At this point, my boarding time has come and gone. I'm almost certain I have missed this flight and am more than ready to start crying in pure frustration. Then he finally reappears, gives the people their passports and boarding cards and we continue on our journey.
I finally get to the plane (which was miraculously still there) and board (and am super thirsty at this point. Being stuck under that light as well as not having had an opportunity to get anything was really messing with me) and finally start the last leg home. I was freezing, but there weren't any blankets on a short haul, which, fair enough. But I was finally able to get home, much later than my original 2 p.m. arrival time.
Never again. No matter how much cheaper than any of the other companies, I can't imagine flying Air Canada again. read more