Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Yesterday I took a flight out of Gulfport/Biloxi to Syracuse, NY where my husband is working and I hope to spend some time just working out and relaxing for a few days. The first part of the flight went well and we got to Atlanta with time to spare.
Got settled into my seat for the second leg of the flight and much to my delight, I had no seat mate so I was able to spread out and really relax ad enjoy the flight. We start out on the runway and What The Heck Is That?? The plane started vibrating and shaking like it was going to fall apart. The pilot shut down everything immediately and here come the fire trucks. The flight attendant was talking to the the people at the exit rows - I was sitting one seat behind them - to make sure they knew what to do.
The pilot and the fire fighters were having a discussion outside and they decided that we could return to the gate escorted by the fire trucks. Apparently something was wrong with the nose something or other and it would take about an hour to fix so we could deplane but stay in the area.
An hour later they said they were going to find another plane and we should be on our way in an hour. An hour after that they said they found a plane and it should be here in an hour. An hour after that they said to wait another hour. And on and on.
Finally around 2 am they got us loaded up and on our way. Delta graciously gave us every snack on the plane and those who imbibe got all drinks for free although at 2 am there were not many takers.
The great part of this is that I was part of a little group of people from Syracuse and now I have new friends. One man, Joe - a UPS guy, and his wife had started out from Salt Lake City and their plane broke in Denver so they were rerouted to Chicago, Detroit and then Atlanta before getting home. Another woman, Fran, is a hairdresser and I'm in desperate need of a trim. And there is the man whose name I never got who drove all of us home. What a wonderful group of people and how did I get so lucky to find friends in these crazy, chaotic circumstances?
All that stuff I've ever heard about New Yorkers and how aloof and indifferent they are is so not true. All of us were in the same boat and yet we had a great time and just enjoyed ourselves. Delta gave us meal vouchers and a 75 dollars certificate to use on Delta. We pooled our meal vouchers and we all got bagels and a softdrink. I'd say that qualifies as a party.
I am sure I will always stay in touch with Fran and I will always help someone in need as a way of paying homage to the man who went out of his way at 4 am to drive us all home. Way to turn and mis-adventure into an fun adventure with new friends.
Lesson learned: we CAN all get along. There is ALWAYS a silver lining. Every mishap IS an opportunity. NY rocks!