Well now. If I were to ask you in aDuBs and I’s relationship who saves who 99.9% of the time, I would say-Anna you are the level headed intelligent one and I am the clown. Insert some other choice words speeding down the highway to get to another airport less than an hour apart. Long story short, to continue to series of unfortunate bad events that only happen in my life-I went to the wrong airport. The airports are about 30 minutes apart but when you arrive at noon and your flight leaves at 1:15-you realized what happened and are the wrong airport and then hit traffic. Well let’s just say Anna continues to save my ass.
I did get there at 1:00 to check in. After a patdown, and the shortest security line ever, I made it to the gate at 1:12….but that flight was delayed until 2.
So after that flight took off and landed, my next flight was delayed. I think some creepy business man was trying to hit on me while I was sitting reading your blogs on the airport. He kept telling me about all his business adventures (I don’t even think I looked interested FYI) but when he told me he was thinking about moving to down to VA Beach to start some shipping company thing-I literally was like “Oh kewl beans.” He stopped talking to me after that.
I guess men aren’t into that phrase…so sad.
Moving forward into where my life gets stranger. We board the propeller plane about 2 hours late. No big deal. The plane seats 36 people. Mentally I just did that multiplication because there were 9 rows and 4 seats per row. Actually 37 because the back seat had an extra middle seat.
The flight attendant informed us the reason that the 40 minute flight was delayed for so long because the bathroom wasn’t working.
Okay. Whatever at least we were finally going, I figured it was the AC broken because I’m sweating a storm.
So we take off. Before we take off (because somehow I always get to sit next to either the wheel or the propeller), I literally said to the person behind me, the wheel looks really flat (little did I know he was a pilot).
We get into the air and all of a sudden the plane is shaking (and the AC still isn’t working). Not normal shaking from clouds or normal wind turbulence, shaking like even a small child would know something isn’t right. The pilot puts the landing gear back down…the man behind me says hmmm that is strange and not good, not good at all. I wish I had realized he was a pilot before we were back on the ground.
5 minutes later we hear some clenching noise (my teeth perhaps…or the vice grip I have on the arm rest?) and the pilot comes onto the intercom.
“Please pardon the interruption but the plane cannot go into a higher gear and we will be downgrading and flying back to our takeoff airport.”
Its times like these I wish I didn’t drive manual cars and didn’t know what getting into gear meant. It’s also times like these I wish I was on the ground.
That next 25 minutes (because we just about halve our speed) was the freaking scariest thing of my life. I don’t think I can even relate to you how scary it was. We were seriously shaking (and not getting any lower) and the plane was making some craycray noises that god knows I was not okay with. I am a very frequent flier but this was really scary. I had a vice grip on both arm rests and was just telling myself 5 more minutes the entire time.
After deboarding, they said they were going to bus us over the other airport (about 2 hours away). They had room for one other person on the 8:30 flight (it was about 6 now), but that sure as hell wasn’t going to be me. Don’t ask me why I thought it was a good idea, but me and four other plane besties rented a car and we drove. Yes. I do realize it was an extremely poor decision but I wasn’t stuck at the airport until 10 and then taking a bus that got to the destination around 1am.
And I am alive to recap strange things in my life. I really do think I could write a small collection of shorts stories with the things that happen to me.
Question for you:
What is your best plane story? Or worst I guess.