Only we would be on a plane that needs to park on the runway.
Would someone please remove that “kick us, airplanes” sign from our backs? Our family really is tired of encountering problems every time we travel . . . which isn’t very often.
As my #2 son succinctly put it: “We suck on airplanes.”
Yep, sadly we do.
My #1 son texts on his iPhone 4 to pass the time.
Check out these previous posts for evidence of our past plane problems here, here, and here.
I wonder if the other passengers would have been trying to book other flights if only they had known about our reputation. As in, oh, oh, here comes the Jinx family.
My #2 son wishes we were back in Houston.
For awhile, I thought we actually were going to have a trip that was almost flawless when it came to air travel. Sure, the Mister and our #2 son were delayed about an hour leaving Houston for Columbus, Ohio, because the plane was waiting for passengers and then their luggage. But leaving from Columbus to return to Houston seemed easy-peasy. Almost too easy.
As we were on the small Continental Express jet, I watched the flight attendant give her safety spiel. I remember thinking, “Could we finally have a flight where nothing goes wrong?”
We started to taxi on the runway and prepared for takeoff. I settled back in my seat, anxious for the moment when I could turn back on my iPad, when the captain spoke to us.
“An alarm has gone off in the cockpit. We’re going to pull off to the side of the runway and check it out.”
Oh, oh! Not something someone who hates to fly likes to hear.
Long story short, we went back to the terminal, deplaned, and walked back inside. With express jets, passengers board outside up a flight of steps. We had to go back down those steps, grab our carry-on bags, go up the stairs, and sit and wait for another hour until a new plane could be brought in. And then we had to ride that same travel merry-go-round one more time.
This was much better than our six-hour delay in Kansas City last summer. But it just figured that the Jinx clan would get kicked one more time.
Next time we fly, I’m checking to make sure nothing’s been taped to our backs!
Up in the clouds . . . I think
My #1 son blocks my view of the great outdoors.
As I’ve posted before, I’m a huge cloud fan. I never can get enough of photographing the fluffy stuff, either snapping away on the ground or in the air.
Usually when we fly, I make sure I have the window seat so I can take photos. However, this time I was with my #1 son on our way to Ohio to meet his dad and brother, and I put his comfort ahead of my photographic needs. So, of course, he totally blocked my view, both with his head and by keeping the shade closed. Saddened me greatly.
The moon is visible.
But on the way back to Houston, I made sure that I got a window seat (my three guys all sat in single seats). With my Nikon D300 and Nikon 24-120mm lens at the ready, I intermittently snapped away while reading an iBook. At first, the skies were clear.
A double cloud layer
But before long the clouds started to roll in.
There’s just nothing like looking out the window and feeling like you’re in another world.
Fluffy clouds are all you can see for miles and miles. It’s so easy to get lost in your thoughts without a care in the world.
Terra firma appears once again!
Fortunately, just when you’ve entered an alternate universe and begin to forget your identity, the clouds part, and Texas appears below.
That means that before long we’ll be on the ground and soon headed to our house . . . back to our rain-soaked yard and several loads of laundry. It’s just life’s way of hitting you with that reality 2 by 4 and saying, “Welcome home!”