Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 5:50 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
Today’s flight was scheduled to take-off at 4:55 p.m. At breakfast this morning, 8:03 a.m., I checked the status on my app. Delayed until 5:25 p.m. I checked again a bit later, and it still said the same thing. So, I called Southwest to see what was up and to discuss moving flights. The agent wasn’t worried about it and said I’d have to pay to change. She said it was an Air Traffic Control issue – a ripple from Chicago? Okay.
At 1:45 p.m. Disney’s Magical Express (complimentary with my stay) picked me up for my ride to the airport. They choose the time. I was at the gate by 2:48 p.m. I haven’t been over two hours early for a flight in ages. I don’t think I’m usually that early for an international flight. So, I sat at the bar, had a beer, and worked on some potential travel itineraries for some potential clients (friends and family). I wasn’t dealing with anyone’s actual money, so I thought it would be safe to multi-task.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 5:53 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
Captain just provided an update: Maintenance is resetting some computers due to an indicator problem; no idea what time we will be leaving.
At 4:47 p.m. I texted Mr. PFL to let him know I was on the plane and heading home. I was in the ‘B’ boarding group and had been concerned about finding overhead bin space. I must have forgotten that there were going to be millions of children on this flight and most parents seem to check gigantic suitcases before trekking through the airport. My bag might actually have a bin to itself.
We had officially been declared “departed” on the app at 5:01 p.m. We taxied for quite a while. Then we sat. And sat. And sat.
Finally, at about 5:18 p.m., the captain told us we had to return to the gate due to a mechanical issue and the “guys” were going to take a look at it.
I had to text Mr. PFL to let him know that Pizza Hut was scheduled to be there at 7:45. I promised him earlier that I’d take care of dinner tonight. I had given myself 40 minutes from scheduled landing to get home, which is generally more than enough time, to be there for the delivery.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:06 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
Oh goodness. Option to deplane. Guess I’ll go plug in.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:22 p.m., Near Gate 126, Orlando MCO
Bathroom trip completed. Have provisions.
Phone and computer are charging. Still no good answer to what is going on.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:23 p.m., Near Gate 126, Orlando MCO
“Please return to Gate 126!”
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:33 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
I’m back in my seat after chugging my beer. To add insult to injury, I was told that I can’t take beer on the plane! Excuse me, what? You just told me to get off the plane! Go use the bathroom. Get something to drink.
So, I chugged. When I picked my beer up from the kiosk, the lady had to pour it in a cup first. She poured, set the bottle on the counter and told me to “drink” since there was about half an ounce left. Keeping it classy with my Miller Lite original-label can.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:36 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
A“97% chance that we will be able to get out this time.” The computer needed to be rebooted. I shake my fist at those forced updates!
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:39 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
As you can see from my provisions, I purchased a bottle of water. I violated one of my cardinal rules of travel today when I totally forgot about the full water bottle I had in my bag until I was in the line for security. I debated with myself about whether to just dump the water into the trash can or to just pitch the whole bottle. Obviously, I chose to ditch the bottle with the intention of buying a fresh one, which I forgot to do before boarding the initial time. I explained earlier about why it is imperative to have water and snacks.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:42 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
“Seat belt fastened, tray tables stowed.”
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:48 p.m., Southwest plane, Tarmac, Orlando MCO
Moving. Again.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 6:57 p.m., Southwest plane, Airborne, Orlando MCO
Off the ground. Hooray for a direct flight home. Scheduled to arrive at 8:55 p.m. I should make it home by 9:30 or 9:45 at the latest – a mere 8 hours of travel that I could have gotten done in 4 ½ on a perfect day.
Flier’s Log, 10/10/2014, 7:04 p.m.., Southwest plane, Airborne, Orlando MCO
I really wish I was making this stuff up. It would be polite of me to apologize to all of my fellow passengers for bringing my unlucky juju to them. That RV trip across America and Canada is sounding better and better. I’m so happy I didn’t check my luggage – straight to the car for me. I hope I parked in B11…
Flier’s Log, 10/11/2014, 1:20 p.m., My couch, Ohio
Finally touched down last night at 8:47 p.m. I was near the back of the plane, so it took a while to deplane, but once I did, I was in the zone. Families walking four-across, no problem. Slow old guys walking two across and blocking the whole hall and escalator, just took the stairs. Flagged down the parking lot shuttle just before it pulled out. Discovered I had parked in B13 (left myself a note on my phone). In the car heading to the exit at 9:16 p.m. and one last curveball – only one manned lane open and at least 5 cars in front of me. Grr.
Pizza Hut was waiting for me as I pulled into the garage at 9:29 p.m. And beer. Only three more airplane-based trips left this year. I should probably stock up on beer.