Flying with Frontier was like stepping into a comedy of errors, except it wasn't funny. Imagine this: five hours before takeoff, bam! Flight canceled. Panic mode activated. We scrambled to book another flight, shelling out extra cash, and now we're stuck in this refund maze for the flight we missed. We finally got home, and surprise! Our bags vanished. Apparently, we weren't alone—five other families lost theirs too. Day six rolls around, and after a call saying they found the bags, still nothing. They say, "Your bags are safe, should be delivered soon," but it's been a week. I even offered to fetch them myself, but nope, no guarantee they'd hand them over. Needed those items for a wedding, but all I got was sweet talk. Frontier? Never again!