Here we go again....part II
So we board finally. Only to find
out just as we’re about to take off that we’ve been delayed another 2
hours at a minimum. It’s for our own safety I guess. They apologize and tell us
to get comfortable (always a bad sign) and that they’re going to show us a
movie. A chick flick no less. I could almost deal with that because it would
put me out for a nap were it not for the two screaming babies behind me. Now
don’t get me wrong, I love kids. I completely understand. It’s just different
when they’re not yours and we’re stuck for hours on end on the tarmac.
So for now my tally is;
3 trips to Chicago in the last 12 months with a combined
total of 12 hours delayed on the tarmac…..and counting…..it ain’t ova!