It started out as one small flight for people kind, but now it is a downright nightmare.
And, it’s all thanks to Orville and Wilber … the Wright brothers.
Today, I flew with an airline I will not mention (Northwest). I was routed from Richmond Virginia to Detroit on my way to Jacksonville Florida. I guess Detroit is so depressed, it needs all the planes in the world be rerouted there. I mean, if they don’t have cars, how about planes?
About the time I was buckling up for the landing, the pilot announced because of crazy weather he was going to fly to Canada and circle back over Lake Erie to land in Detroit. So … by the time we landed I had to run, escalate down, run, escalate up, run and run some more to make my next flight. I made it because, you guessed it, it was delayed.
When I asked the Ticket Taker (I know she must have a better title than that … maybe, Explainer of Why These Damn Planes are Always Late to Arrive and Depart Person) if it had stormed in the last hour or so she said, “no, but we sure need some.”
Liar, liar pants on fire Mr. Northwest pilot.
So, then, it was off to Jacksonville. And, would you believe it … when it was time to land in Jacksonville the pilot (who sounded a lot like the last one) said he was going to circle around a little bit so we wouldn’t crash into a thousand pieces because of a horrible thunder storm.
For forty minutes we circled until we all wished we would crash into a thousand pieces.
Pass the air sickness bags, please!
The interesting thing is, the sun was shining and we could see the ground below … beautiful … dry. No bumpy ride, no nothing but circle after circle after circle.
When we landed the Ticket Taker confirmed my hunch that indeed there had been no rain … but that she was expecting it anytime now. Probably just in time for the next plane to be delayed.
Maybe our pilot was clairvoyant, or maybe he was liar, liar, pants on fire.
So, Orville and Wilber Wright, shame on you. Why didn’t you stick with bicycles. Maybe we wouldn’t be going as far and wide, but we would get where we were going on time.
Come to think of it, maybe you were in the same boat, make that plane, as today’s pilots.
Maybe on the day of your first flight in 1903, you were supposed to land in Charlotte, and not just 120 feet from where you took off in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.
If truth be told, there is probably some Ticket Taker in Charlotte still telling passengers that the Wright Brothers are on their way, they just had a little delay because of a horrific thunder storm.
All I can say is, Wilber and Orville, liar, liar, pants on fire.
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