I left for Grand Central at 6:30 PM on Friday evening. I had very carefully planned the most simple/cost efficient way of getting to LaGuardia, which consisted of taking a taxi to Grand Central ($10) and a direct bus ticked ($12). I got to the airport at 7:30, plenty of time to spare for my 9:30 flight to Denver.
I check in at the Frontier airlines counter and the less-than-friendly attendant informs me that the flight has been delayed 45 minutes. Not a big deal because 1) at least I'm on a flight that is actually going to GET to Denver and 2) 45 minutes isn't a long time compared to the days that some poor Denver-bound travelers would be waiting. But it was a big deal because it meant that I would miss the last shuttle out of the airport and would have to spend the night at Denver International Airport.
Oh, and the attendant took my passport and forgot to give it back to me. I spent a very panicked 20 mins looking through all of my things to find it before realizing that it was probably never given back to me. Sure enough, when I went back to the counter it was sitting there--sitting there--because he'd realized he had it and instead of keeping it safe until I came to retreive, he figured that he'd just leave it out on the counter. Ass.
So I went to the terminal to find something to eat and settle in to wait for my flight. I decide on Au Bon Pain chicken noodle soup and a croissant. I find a seat and read while eating dinner. The flight came in from Denver and unloaded at ten past ten. By 10:30, we were boarded and ready to take off. I had an aisle seat (thank god) and sat next to a chatty flight attendant who had been stuck in New York for the past three days. He was very excited to talk about all the fun things he did over his unexpected stay. He was obviously gay, but I was not in the mood to entertain. He got the hint when I pulled out my iPod. I fell asleep before we even took off.
We arrived in Denver at about 1:00 AM. It took a half hour to get our checked bags. Even though the Denver airport has twenty baggage carousels, only one or two were working. It didn't really annoy me because I had nothing but time until the first shuttle left at 6:20 AM. After I got my bag I took a walk around the terminal. There were thousands of people stranded there in a refugee camp-like set up. Maybe that's a little insensitive because conditions were actually quite nice for what the situation was: cots were offered to people who were staying indefinitely, some food kiosks were open and people actually seemed to be in better spirits that those who were at LaGuardia. Maybe it was just a product of a feeling of defeat.
I found an open seat in an area that had apparently been used to entertain kids during the day. There was a TV that had been playing a DVD of some animated movie. No one had bothered to come turn the TV off, so the screen looped the title menu, which consisted of awful banter between some of the characters. The dialogue lasted about two minutes before it repeated. This this was background noise for me for 30 mins, when I could no longer take it and I again went to my iPod for refuge. I fell asleep on-and-off from about 2:30 till 5:30, when I decided it was time to get ready to find out about the shuttle.
Before standing outside in the 25 degree weather, I decided to get in line at Seattle's Best for some much needed coffee. It took 25 minutes for a line of seven people order and get their drinks. The workers moved with absolutely no urgency or care about the people who were moving in front of them. I was so exhausted and even amused at the whole situation that I was inexplainably polite when it was finally my turn to order a small coffee.
I got the shuttle to Longmont at 6:20. Finally I was going to get home.