Oops was that my flight?
 

We've all probably had experiences with missed flights any interesting stories to share, or you would you rather forget them...?

Hello Lulu, <BR> <BR>I didn`t exactly missed it, but almost took a wrong one... <BR>Ten years ago I planned to stay in Palma de Mallorca/Mallorca for one year.I sat at the gate, waiting for my flight with my walkman, listening to music. Suddenly there was an announcement for boarding, I just heard sth. like Pa...? Since everybody around me was getting ready to go to the door and enter the bus I did the same(I was young and didn`t think too much. No flight attendant at the door to control my boarding pass. In the bus I looked around and nobody looked like the typical German Mallorca tourist, in fact they all looked like Business Travellers...I asked the lady next to me if that was the flight to Mallorca. She didn`t understand me untill I asked in Spanish. What horror-she told me that this was a Lufthansa flight to Panama!!! I would have been very astounded when-after the normal 1,5 hours flight-they didn`t land but served me a meal.. <BR>In the end I was able to catch my flight but I would never wear earplugs again in those situations. <BR> <BR>Miriam

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Long, long ago when I was in grad school in Wisconsin and "home" was my parents' house in northern NJ, I told my father that my flight back to Madison was out of Newark. We left home with plenty of time to spare. Moments before arrival, I checked one last time to make sure that my ticket was still with me. It was. I idly looked inside. The flight was from LaGuardia!!! My father changed course and got me to La Guardia in time for me to board with the last of the line of stragglers. I think this was the last time my father ever offered to take my to or from the airport! <BR> <BR>Last fall I took a walking tour in the Dordogne and planned to spend two nights in Paris before returning home. I got confused about the day the tour ended, and so I was booked for two hotels at one time (the last place on the tour plus my hotel in Paris) and my flight home was a day too soon (assuming that I wanted to spend at least a full day in Paris). I didn't notice this until the day before the morning of the trip, when during lunch hour at work I was making my list of hotels and phone numbers and addresses, which I planned to copy and put in each suitcase or bag in case it, or I, got lost and was found by some nice helpful person. I spent that last afternoon AT WORK making calls in French (which I do not speak well and am very nervous about speaking on the phone) to make an exta night's hotel reservation. (Since I first made a mistake like this when I was 21--see above--at least I can't attribute this to my aging brain. Maybe I'll be BETTER when I'm old.)

ALMOST missed a flight once. Was on a flight from Montgomery, Alabama, with a change in Atlanta, to Brussels. The leg from Mongomery to Atlanta was so short I never gave it a thought that we changed time zones. In Atlanta I thought I had two hours to kill, so got a glass of wine and sat there enjoying it. Finished the first one and still had an hour (by my watch) so I bought another. Then I heard an announcement for the last call for my Brussels flight. I did a "Joe Namath" the entire length of the concourse. They closed the doors behind me as I boarded the plane. THAT was a close one! Now I pay more attention to that "local time is" announcement they give when you land. One lesson learned, almost the hard way.