Monday, February 26, 2007
The weather in Chicago yesterday: Wintery Mix.
Our plane was stuck in a holding pattern over Midway for an hour because of it. The male flight attendant (who was particularly chatty) said, "We're going to start our descent and see if there's enough visibility. We'll only get one last shot at it though. If it doesn't work, we'll have to be redirected to Fort Wayne."
Sarah: What happens then?
Flight Attendant: It varies. Sometimes they'll send you on a bus. Sometimes you wait for another flight back to your airport. Sometimes, if it's because of the weather, they'll say, "It's not our fault" and just leave you there.
Me: Because of the weather, as in what's going on right now?
Flight Attendant: [shrugs] You two live in Chicago?
Luckily, like in the movies, that "one last shot" paid off and we were able to land.
As I drove us back from the airport, Sarah said, "I'm not doing long distance anything ever again. I'm keeping everything in my life within one mile of me."
Sarah: (Thinking to herself) I wonder if he's going to put down that %^%#*3! camera and carry my guitar at least? Jesus. What's a girl gotta do, move back from a stint in the %@&%!@&! peace corps with scurvy to get some help with her bags?
Don't try to deny it either. Those 14 EEE's don't lie.
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