This happened last month. I(m20) am a music composer and I am working on the soundtrack of a movie. I live in Spain but because of the movie's production stuff i had to go to the UK to solve some things. That's fine so I prepare for the trip and buy my tickets. The website I was using displays the date of your departure on the top with arrows that you can click to go forwards or backwards one day.
So I select 17 of February as my departure, select the flight and everything. And I click next to do the same for my return. The website goes to the 18th, I click the arrows until the 27th and buy my ticket back. So far so good. The trip continues I go to the UK and everything goes well. I solved the legal stuff, checked some musicians visit some studios, a really nice trip. Only downside was that I wasn't able to sleep on the bus on my way back.
Until I am at the airport going back home. I arrive, with my self check-in paper and walk until the scanner. But when I put in the scanner it says that there are no flights with that information. I get confused, I try a few times and always the same result. I ask the staff for help and they try their best until we all noticed. And that's when the adventure starts.
When I clicked to check the return flights it didn't took me to the 18th of February because it was the next day of my departure. It took me to the next date with an available flight, the 18th of march. One month ahead and I ended up buying my flight for the 27th of march. So now I was stranded in London. The staff couldn't do anything because I bought it normally, it wasn't a mistake they made, just my ADHD and poor user interface.
After some time of despair and anxiety I had two options. Option one was to take the next flight available, five days ahead. Which was not on my budget to do so. Or option too. Get a flight next day to another city that is two hours away from where I live and get a train there. However the flight would arrive one hour before the last train and the airport was far away from the station.
I got option two. I waited 26 hours in Gatwick airport. My anxiety was through the roof and I couldn't sleep at all. I think I never felt so much boredom in my life. Watched a few movies, walked around, ate just a simple sausage sandwich. Eventually the time comes. I board the flight and for my despair. It gets delayed like 15 minutes, which is not much but I had a train to catch.
We arrive and I immediately start running, get yelled by security to stop running, and start to walk as fast as I could. They check my passport and I go get a taxi. I explained the situation and the taxi driver was awesome. I'm pretty sure he broke the speed limit a few times. I pay him with a tip, leave the taxi and go running to the station. In the way there it started to rain a lot so I left the taxi, ran through the rain, slipped and fell in a puddle of street water and got in the station. I was the last person to board that train. But I got it. 26 hours in an airport 34 hours without sleep, one sausage sandwich, a mildly sprained ankle and a lot less money in my bank account but I got there.
When I arrived home I took a shower and slept for like 16 hours.
TL;DR: I bought a plane ticket for the 27 of march thinking it was for the 27 of February. Had to stay 26 hours in an airport 34 hours without sleep, one sausage sandwich, go to fly to another city and get a train, felt in a puddle and got a mildly sprained ankle, almost lost the train and had lot less money in my bank account but I got there.
ExoPihvi t1_jdhgisa wrote
Now this was a adventure all right.