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edenfallingI opened the store with PM yesterday -- discovering along the way that I have probably screwed up AO's unemployment status by accident; bad Liz, no biscuit! -- and worked until noon.
Then I went home, finished packing, put out the trash and recycling, watered my plants, turned off the computer, and set my curtains. I forgot to turn off the monitor, put the butter back into the fridge, and set the temperature control on my window fan lower to conserve energy... but these are minor details. :-)
The flight from Ithaca to Detroit went smoothly, but the flight from Detroit to the Twin Cities was another story.
To start, I took too long eating dinner and arrived at the gate just before 7:00pm, as they were doing the final boarding call. The plane itself was like a sauna, and I was seated next to a hyperactive little girl and her rather put-upon grandmother. And we sat. And waited. After a few minutes, a man in a maintenance vest walked down the aisle and looked intently out one window near the wing.
This is never a good sign.
The captain announced that there was a small fuel spill on the ground, and the crew were checking to see if it was caused by a leak, or if someone had simply been sloppy while refueling the plane. So we waited another ten minutes, in a plane like a sauna, until they determined that we did, indeed, have a leak in a fuel valve.
Repairing that takes 3 hours, apparently, so Northwest had us disembark, move down one gate, and take a different plane (same flight number) at 8:35pm. As you can imagine, people were upset. The Northwest employees did their best to help people find new flights, but there's only so much that can be done in that situation.
Anyway, we got on the new plane at 8:35 and took off in good time. And all went well, until we were about 20 minutes out from the Twin Cities. Suddenly the plane turned, and the captain announced that there had been storms on the ground and the airport had closed! No planes could land for 10 or 15 minutes, so we were circling and would end up making a different approach to a different runway.
"But it's not as bad as it sounds," a flight attendant added. "Since the airport is closed, no planes can take off either -- all your connecting flights are delayed, too!"
Oddly, this did not seem to reassure many people.
But we did make our new approach, we landed safely, and all in all, we were only an hour and a half late. :-)
Then I went home, finished packing, put out the trash and recycling, watered my plants, turned off the computer, and set my curtains. I forgot to turn off the monitor, put the butter back into the fridge, and set the temperature control on my window fan lower to conserve energy... but these are minor details. :-)
The flight from Ithaca to Detroit went smoothly, but the flight from Detroit to the Twin Cities was another story.
To start, I took too long eating dinner and arrived at the gate just before 7:00pm, as they were doing the final boarding call. The plane itself was like a sauna, and I was seated next to a hyperactive little girl and her rather put-upon grandmother. And we sat. And waited. After a few minutes, a man in a maintenance vest walked down the aisle and looked intently out one window near the wing.
This is never a good sign.
The captain announced that there was a small fuel spill on the ground, and the crew were checking to see if it was caused by a leak, or if someone had simply been sloppy while refueling the plane. So we waited another ten minutes, in a plane like a sauna, until they determined that we did, indeed, have a leak in a fuel valve.
Repairing that takes 3 hours, apparently, so Northwest had us disembark, move down one gate, and take a different plane (same flight number) at 8:35pm. As you can imagine, people were upset. The Northwest employees did their best to help people find new flights, but there's only so much that can be done in that situation.
Anyway, we got on the new plane at 8:35 and took off in good time. And all went well, until we were about 20 minutes out from the Twin Cities. Suddenly the plane turned, and the captain announced that there had been storms on the ground and the airport had closed! No planes could land for 10 or 15 minutes, so we were circling and would end up making a different approach to a different runway.
"But it's not as bad as it sounds," a flight attendant added. "Since the airport is closed, no planes can take off either -- all your connecting flights are delayed, too!"
Oddly, this did not seem to reassure many people.
But we did make our new approach, we landed safely, and all in all, we were only an hour and a half late. :-)
