I was supposed to be in Seattle by now, but there were problems with the plane that was supposed to take me there. Something about a fuel leak. They wanted to fix it before we left, and that seemed like a good idea to me. So it would be a bit later before I had my jet lag killer of Mexican food and a few margaritas.
After 45 minutes of there trying to fix the fuel leak they turned on the in entertainment system which was a bad sign. I had been upgraded to business class so at least I was comfortable.
I watched My Boys, a sitcom that one of my friends is in. The only time I get to watch it is when I am on a plane. I need to buy the DVDs. Then I watched The Other Boleyn Girl, which is so trashily terrible, I found it engaging. I must admit that I enjoyed the book in one of those “I must read this at home as fast as possible so no one sees me with it in public” kind of ways but the movie doesn’t even have that to commend it. If you didn’t understand what a big deal it was for Henry to break with Rome, you certainly wouldn’t gain any insight here. It’s pure soap opera costume bodice ripping drivel.
At least it was free.
We kept getting updates that they didn’t have any updates.
Four hours in, the Captain came back to talk to us. Never a good sign. They were going to take us off the plane as the folks in cattle class were really uncomfortable.
I could see my planned dinner at Mama’s Mexican Kitchen slipping away.
While we were waiting to de-plane, they told us the flight was cancelled and would now be leaving at 11am the next day.
Sigh.
A long day of travel without going anywhere. I found it amusing that I had to go through passport control without actually leaving the country.
I must say however, that British Airways was fantastic in how they handled everything. They let us know what was going on, kept us as comfortable as they could and were very professional.
So here I am waiting to board again. I’m on my third coffee trying to estimate when it would be not too unseemly to have a cheeky airport cocktail.
It must be 5PM somewhere. . .
June 24th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Ugh, that is my worst flying nightmare, to be kept on the runway for that long. I would’ve been going crazy after an hour, let alone four!
And I agree about The Other Boleyn Girl, I just watched it last week and it was bad but guiltily watchable at the same time. History schmistory, I say! Who cares about the break with Rome when there are mistresses to think about?