This afternoon our flight was ‘delayed’ . This was the first time a carrier has declined to outright cancel a flight entirely. It remains on ‘delayed’ status: leaving at 8 am tomorrow instead of 9 pm tonight. We will miss part of a day but neither of us are complaining. We would arrive in London at 8 pm.
Suddenly we are going from moping around the house looking at projects we could do to furiously packing ipod chargers and socks and doing laundry. I haven’t even taken this trip seriously since last Thursday so today I am actually looking at the details. An Airbus A310 seats over 200 people with seats (in coach) that are 16.5″ wide. Yikes. I am going to be thigh to thigh with another guy for seven hours. I don’t think I am going to sleep much after all!
No matter what happens I have decided I am not going to be the crying guy. The guy on the news bawling about the indignity of being disrupted. Nope. I am not going to be that guy.
The ‘help’ has arrived. Julie’s parents came so things are looking good. If we are away in the morning I will hopefully write something witty