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A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Things I wish I'd never heard on an airplane

I always thought that the time last summer when I heard the extremely young pilot on the extremely tiny plane from Bar Harbor, Maine say "Oh, that's what that does." would be the most discouraging thing I'd ever heard.

Then, I was sitting on a plane in Bozeman, Montana praying I would make my 20 minute connection at O'Hare when the bursar said, "Folks, we've got a minor mechanical issue that's being checked out so in the mean time, I'm going to start a movie here." If it's going to be a major repair, they don't leave you on the plane and if it's going to be a quick fix, they don't start a movie.

The other thing I didn't want to hear, about halfway through the flight, "Okay folks, I have some connecting gate information here for you, but first, can my passenger who's going to Philadelphia please raise you hand." It's a bad time to be the passenger going to Philadelphia. Turned out, they were so certain I wasn't making my connection that they had rebooked my flight before we even left Montana.

When we finally got to Chicago, I sprinted towards the gate for my first flight because the very kind bursar had suggested I try to make it. The plane was still there, unfortunately they had already closed the doors and used my seat to make some standby passenger very happy. I got to wait three more hours for the next flight and not even get to Philadelphia until midnight...

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