Sorry I haven’t been blogging lately, but rest assured, I am back on it! Kara and I were on vacation and took Helena on her first plane flight. Ah … the life of a baby. Basically, our infant slept during most of the flights, with a few cranky moments, but she wasn’t nearly as cranky as her parents on our date(s) of departure!
After going through security at Bradley with all of our baby gear in tow, we waited for hours while our flight was delayed and eventually canceled because of bad weather in Dallas. We flew an airline out of the old terminal, which needs to be replaced immediately: There are no dining options — just one choice — and the bathrooms are antiquated and they smell. There is no baby changing area in these bathrooms, so parents are forced to change their babies right out in the open in the crowded waiting area near the gates. My advice: Fly an airline out of the new terminal, which is spectacular.
When our flight was finally canceled after five hours of waiting in that wretched terminal, we headed home to try again the next day. We collected our baggage and hailed a Yellow cab outside the door at baggage claim. The cab driver refused to come get us because we were not standing at the taxi stand sign. Keep in mind, there was no one around. We had to juggle Helena and pick up all our stuff and carry it that extra 30 feet that the driver had refused to move. I couldn’t help but wonder what visitors to our state and Capital City would think of this.
The driver took us home and, in a brief moment of insanity, we made plans with the driver to pick us up the following day at 11:45 a.m.; Kara called him at night to confirm. The next morning at 11:45 a.m., we again packed up the baby and collected our bags and the driver didn’t show. Ten minutes later, still no cab. Kara called Yellow Cab and our driver got on the phone to say he was tied up at the office and would leave now, and be there in about 10-15 minutes. We were irate. How is 12:10 p.m. acceptable for 11:45 a.m.? “No thanks,” we told him and ended up taking our car.
If Hartford wants to be a successful convention city, it needs to correct the cab problem. I say this because this was not an isolated incident. I’ve been told, “Why can’t you walk?” by a cab driver who didn’t want to take me across downtown. I’ve heard similar complaints from other people. Kara and I are frequent walkers, but every so often if the weather turns bad or it is late, we grab a cab, or at least try to. It may not be the biggest fare, but a cab driver is supposed to take you to your destination. It is the law.
Anyway, our trip was great and Helena is a wonderful traveler. She’ll never remember a minute of her first flight but we will cherish this family vacation always.
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