My mom came out to visit this weekend. She arrived early Saturday morning, then was on the 7:40pm flight out tonight.
I got her to the airport at 6:00 tonight, exactly. It was kinda early, but that was okay. She went inside and found out that her flight had been cancelled. The last flight out. Then they told her she could get on the 6:10 flight, leaving RIGHT NOW.
She ran over to the other gate, and a man met her there, saying, “Are you xxxx?” She said yes, and he walked her onto the plane. They pulled the stairs away just after she boarded.
The plane taxied out onto the tarmac. Where it has been since I left her. Seems Chicago has only two open runways, and her flight had to wait. Right now, her projected arrival time is 9:03pm. I’m pretty sure they’ve finally taken off.
Seems that whenever some one flies out from Chicago to visit us, there is a 50-50 chance that there will be a major mess-up with the flight going home. One time, my poor brother had to wait eight hours. Another time, Blondie and my mom had to wait five hours ON THE TARMAC for a flight out. Without having a cigarette.
It’s always a crapshoot when you come to visit us, I guess. Thank goodness my family is a crazy bunch of risk-takers.