I have quite a reputation among my friends for having bad airport karma: Whatever could go wrong at the airport, chances are it already happened to me. But whatever happens, somehow these stories always have a happy ending. So in the next weeks, I want to share my favourite airport stories with you.
A few years ago, I wanted to fly home from Paris to Austria the Saturday before Christmas. Unfortunately, I went out the night before, didn’t hear my alarmclock and woke up at around the same time my plane was taking off the ground – sans moi. I wasn’t too worried and made my way to the airport anyways, knowing that a friend of mine had already missed a flight from Paris to Vienna before and ended up paying about 200€. Of course, paying 200€ for something so stupid absolutely sucks, but what can you do.
Well, turns out things are a bit different on Saturday before Christmas: As I was told by this really rude, old man at the Austrian Airlines counter at CDG, I would have needed to pay 600€ for a one way ticket to Vienna. Considering I was a student back then, I absolutely didn’t have that kind of money. So I did what I always do when I am really frustrated about a situation I can not change: I cried. I sat down on a bench, trying to figure out what to do, when a young lady approached me and asked what was going on. I quickly explained to her and a second later she offered to pay for my flight! Missing my flight due to too much partying was my own fault, so there was no way I could accept this – as tempting as it was! She insisted and told me that she had a like a billion Air France miles, and that we could check if those were transferable. They were, and so I ended up with a free flight home the next morning, even though I did insist on paying the airport taxes myself.
Everything in my head was still kind of blurry due to all those emotions and the speed at which all of this happened, and I didn’t even get around to really thank this wonderful French lady before she had to run and catch her flight to Athens. So the next morning, when I explained my story to the people at the Air France counter, they agreed to at least give me her phone number and I did call her to thank her properly.
I still don’t know her name, but, kind stranger, if you ever read this: Thank you so much!! I will be forever grateful!!