Hell of a Guy

United Flight 710 – Thunder From Down Under…


I am beginning to think there is a curse on my flights in and out of ORD, aka Chicago’s O’Hare.  Here I sit out on the tarmac about a half mile from the terminal in a plane full of passengers watching the rain roll in and out, listening to the little ones who are not happy to be here.  We are sitting because of the occasional lightning that is bombarding the airport every three or four seconds, as well as very limited visibility.  The wind is blowing the rain sideways and the plane is rocking as if it could flip over.  As long as lightning is in the air, we are not.  This has to be a jinx.  It is now 7:15pm.  I boarded the plane as 3:30pm.  This is fun.

No one is panicking; no one is complaining.  Everyone on the plane can readily see what the issue is.  There are a few restless children.  One screamed at the top of its lungs for almost an hour.  I think that one is sleeping now.  This situation boils down to the fact that God will not allow us to leave this place and God has reasons.  Chicago is Hell.

The captain has just announced a break in the weather.  We may get to leave this purgatory, after all.  We are number three for departure. 

Well that dream was short lived.  After sitting on the plane for nearly five hours, the crew would have been beyond their allowable hours on duty so we returned to the terminal and eventually canceled.  I was told immediately the first flight I could get on was to be 9:25 Friday night – twenty-four hours from now.  I did not panic, though I was not especially happy.  But this is life, and worst things can happen to make this one look like a walk in the park.

Okay, now it’s Friday morning.  I am sitting at a gate in the Midway Airport.  I gave up on United and bought a one-way on Air Tran through Atlanta.  Guess what?  It’s delayed.  I may not get back to The Farm until about eleven this evening and that is the time I may have got back to Dulles had I stuck with my original ticket.  It is what it is though, and nothing more.  Nothing I can do but love the life I got.  So I will.

I remember a long time ago a story my nurse-daughter told me about an 18-year old girl whose legs where amputated shortly before the skin on her torso died and fell away.  She was just weeks out of high school.  I think about her often when I get upset with the little things life throws at me.  I don’t have it bad.

Perhaps I am overtired or just a little wacky, but I am sort of enjoying this.  I am watching people blowing their minds and raising hell with the gate attendants, and it’s all for naught.  Life, goes as shit, it happens.

And that is all I have to say about that…

PS:  I don’t usually add postscripts to these little stories.  Today, it is required.  My flight from Atlanta to Washington, DC got a little hairy.  Because of this and that, plus a couple of human errors, I finally arrived at my doorstep at 3:40 Saturday morning, a mere thirty-six hours from the time I began my excursion.  I was just a tad tired, but happy.

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