Woke up at 4 am to catch a flight at a God-forsaken hour. As the flight door was closed, the pilot announced maintenance issue and gave an estimate of a 15 minute delay to get the paperwork done. One and a half hour later, we are still drinking terrible coffee sitting right where we were.
I think all Delta pilots have a background in running IT projects 🙂
My flight was from C50. When I reached there, something struck me. See if you can see anything odd with the picture.
Note the gate C46 on the far left. And note my gate C50 on the far right . Note the doors next to the gate numbers.
Now look at gate C48. There is clearly a board declaring it is gate C48. But there is no door!!! I looked from the side and then while getting on my plane again, there is no jetway bridge either.
Why do they have the gate number there? I asked a Delta agent – she had no clue either!!
Ah well!!
Even for a road warrior like me, this is a first time. I had a great start to the morning – had my coffee and quiet time, put in a run, did my stretches, went up to my room, finished my shower and then started getting dressed up for my office meetings.
I was almost done. I had to just put my shoes on. Started putting my socks on. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks!!! And I remembered what had happened. I had grabbed by black socks from the washer dryer last evening because *somebody* forgot to do it the previous night. And threw them in my suitcase together with my dress shoes. (It was an evening flight, so I had my sockless casual shoes on for the flight).
One of them was a black sock, as it turned out. The other one, much to my dismay, was the same *somebody*’s piece of unmentionable!!! After a long time today, I was totally flummoxed. I am sure you agree it would have been ridiculous wearing that with my dress shoe!!
My neon colored running socks and black dress shoes it is for today, then! Off to the meetings I go…
Early morning flight for Louisville, KY. Everybody in the plane was bleary eyed or already sleeping. A few in the first class were sipping airplane coffee. And all of us were wondering why the plane door was not closing in spite of no more passengers getting on and it being already past our departure time. The weather was fine in Atlanta.
Then the flight attendant grabbed the PA. I was sure she was going to announce a weather delay or a mechanical problem. Instead she asked for some patience as we await two more persons to get on board. Some passenger way up in the first class yelled out asking why could we not leave without them? It was already past departure time.
The fifty-something flight attendant had built the perfect set up. She knew what she was doing. For, she responded on the PA, without missing a beat “Because, Sir, they are our pilot and first officer”!! She certainly made a potentially irritating situation funny.
As a post script, a few minutes later, our missing “passengers” came onboard and informed us “We have no idea what happened to your pilot and first passenger. We just landed from Colombus and we were told to run to your plane and take it to Louisville”. Wow!!
Another first time experience in my annals of continuous jumping in and out of planes…
