“No, really, we’ll have that plane built in no time. We’re almost done with the engine, and the wings are being bolted on as we speak. Now, if we could just find a pilot…”
After speaking at a conference in Buffalo, I innocently got on a flight to NYC. And here I sit and sit and sit. It’s 2 a.m.
Every now and then a voice comes blaring over the loudspeaker, “Keep your luggage with you at all times. Do not tamper with the luggage of someone you don’t know. Report any unattended luggage to the airport authorities, etc.”
My current misery on USAir flight 3993 from La Guardia to Norfolk sets a new all-time standard in my pantheon of torture for a modern-day road warrior. I’m sitting here alongside a few other bedraggled fellow flyers. The humane thing to do would have been to just cancel the flight and send us to a hotel. The flight was scheduled to leave at 8 pm getting in at 9:36. Instead it was:
Rescheduled for 9:30 pm
Rescheduled for 10:30 pm
Rescheduled for 11:15 pm
Rescheduled for 12:30 am
Rescheduled for 1:30 am
Rescheduled for 2:30 am
Rescheduled for 2:45 am, which if it happens, will put us into Norfolk at 4:21 am!
I’m not sure how perfectly normal people turn into terrorists, but I think it starts small and progresses like this night has until things that you used to think were crazy now seem debatable.
The gate agent just showed up and we the weary waiters broke into hysterical cheers. We’re boarding now…
actually the latest excuse is that they had to fly a crew in from Pittsburgh.
what’s that verse? “I’ve learned the secret of being content in all circumstances…”
At least you’re stuck in an airport with internet!! 🙂
Yeah, it seemed as if there was a raving lunatic inside of me when coming home from Guatemala. It was hysterical! I missed 9 flights at about 17 attempts. Finally, I just looked the woman in the face and told her (with authority) if she did not get me to KY, I was going to scream (to put it politely)!
I found myself more numb than content and even feeling a bit like Jonah, hahaha, but in retrospect, I now laugh at it. I did indeed “learn” how to be content in all things….
I’m praying boldly for you Seth!
Sounds like we need our own 737 !!!
Has someone thought of re-doing the “Philip Thing” at times like this? “…the Spirit of the Lord caught away Philip, that the eunuch saw him no more…Philip was found at Azotus” (Acts 8:39-40) What do we call that? Fliping??
You guys crack me up with your lines.
it would have been great to say “beam up Scotty” and just show up in Norfolk. as it was, i got into bed at 4:30 a.m.!