Whit’s fur ye’ll no go past ye

Ever heard of hurry up and wait? It’s something you learn to do real well in the military.

But I did said this was an adventure, right? Not only is it an adventure but also a roller coaster of highs and lows of emotions. In other words it’s like being back in the service.

A lot has happened since my last post… and it’s not all good. When Steven went to sleep last night it was with the expectation that we would be getting up at midnight and heading to the passenger terminal at 1 a.m. to make roll call at 0300. That’s what we expected to happen. But what actually happened was at 10 p.m., the roll call was switched from 0300 to 1415 (2:15pm) on Sunday.

We all thought “here we go”… but then we thought okay, that means we get an entire nights sleep which is good, right. Trying to think positive here. I set my alarm for 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. to wake up and check the flight schedule to make sure the roll call is not changed again before we head over to the terminal. It hadn’t… at least it hadn’t at those times.

We get up, dressed and are ready to head across the street to the golf course to get some breakfast. It’s 7:15. I’m checking the flight again, even though I just checked it an hour ago.

What the hell! It’s changed… again.

The flight to Glasgow, Scotland now says 0 seats. WHAT?! How do you go from 73 FIRM seats to zero? We notice also that the 0100 flight for Ramstein is also gone now. We speculated at breakfast what could have happened but we really wouldn’t know until we get back to the terminal.

We arrive back at the terminal and I head straight to the signup counter and ask about the flight. I’m told that they took the passengers off because the airport isn’t open on the weekend.

“But we won’t be landing on the weekend. It’ll be Monday when we actually land.”

The Airman just looks at me, then heads to his supervisors office. He comes back and tells me that they can never have passengers because its just a refueling stop and they can’t handle passengers.

“Can’t handle passengers… What are you talking about? Prestwick is an international airport.”

The somewhat flustered airman is muttering something about for military planes it’s only a refuel stop. He tries to pacify me by telling me that there’s a flight to Moody AFB in Georgia that will be going on to Rota, Spain Monday morning with a roll call of 0800.

“Can you book us all the way through?”

He doesn’t know and tells me that he’d have to ask Moody how many passengers they have there wanting a seat too. He won’t be able to tell us until a few hours before roll call. I walk away to go research flights out of Moody to which I find none… no Facebook page for their passenger terminal and the number I find online for them isn’t in service.

Steven is not a happy camper at this point.

I go back up to the counter and ask for a number for the Moody terminal, telling them that what I found online doesn’t work. They give me one and no one answers it, so I’m guessing the terminal isn’t open on the weekend. I found a facebook page for the actual base and message them for info about their passenger terminal and for a good number for their flight recording line.

What? What the hell is going on? I tell them that’s strange because Dover is sending a plane with passengers. Tomorrow.

 

No response.

So right now, we’re hanging out again and I’ll try to get another room for the night and give it another try in the morning.

“Whit’s fur ye’ll no go past ye”... What’s for you will not go past you. Basically, whatever is meant to happen to you will happen.

Just roll the dice and keep telling yourself – and your husband – it’s an adventure.