So last week I went to Dallas, Texas. Sam and Ross got their little heads together and Ross delivered me to the airport in Colorado Springs, reported to Sam and his shift was over after the plane left the ground. Sam met me at the baggage carousel and I was then under his watchful eye. There is something to be said about the good care he gave me. Kind of makes me wonder who raised him!
Sam eats vegan so I told him I wanted the same diet while I was there. Gotta' say it was an experience. He made vegan a very pleasant experience although it is very time consuming. The one deviation he did make was to feed me two eggs for breakfast every day. Being a little older I do need protein and eggs are a good source of protein. Three square meals a day is something I could get used to. He also took me to see Grapevine, Texas, which is definitely unique and worth the trip if you ever get down that way. Starbucks was a morning ritual.
Needless to say, I had a wonderful visit and my departure day was soon here. So Sam and I got up early (5 AM) so we could make the 7:30 departure time. He dropped me at the door and headed back home. After I was releived of a few items at security I travelled up to gate. A 7:43 departure would deliver me to Colorado Springs where Ross would scoop me up and I would be safely deposited at my home before 10:00. Things were right on schedule, but then that old "The best laid plans of mice and men, oft times go astray", came into play. The Colorado Springs Airport was too foggy to land. The piolet circled a few and then decided to go to Durango for fuel. Then they (there are 2 of them on every flight) decided to set there for 2 hours. Next they decided to "deplane". So we all went in. About 2:30 or so, they decided they were "out of hours" and could not fly any more. The decision was made by the powers that be, which sure as hell was not me, that a whole new flight crew would have to be flown up from Dallas. That would only take a few hours.
Finally they arrived. After much "to do" we were loaded back on board, and the engines roared to life. We must have taxied a couple hundred yards when the plane stopped. Captain was explaining to us that we were waiting for the mechanics to investigate a "funny sound". I am sorry, but in my wildest dreams an airplane far up in the air and a "funny sound" are not acceptable in my books! By now it was getting dark and I was NOT having fun! I must admit that the man in the seat next to me was a very nice man, fun to talk to and helpful in every way. His name is David and he lives in Colorado Springs, but travels a lot. He explained to me everything that was going on and how it was all routine mostly and all for my safety. And now it was dark! What had began as the start of a 58 minute flight was now entering 12 full hours and not over yet. Ross was on his third trip to pick me up and I was setting in a plane on the runway with no hope of ever getting home.
To make a long story short, I did finally get home at 9 something PM. Sam and Ross have decided that the next trip I make will be when Sam drives halfway up from Dallas and Ross drives halfway down from Pueblo and meets him with me being exchanged during lunch. I cannot help but say American Airlines sucks. I do not ever want to go through this again. Meeting David was the only good thing. Oh, wait, there were several other young ladies who were very nice. All in all, most of the passengers were understanding and took my bitching and moaning in stride. I think I was saying what they were thinking.
Now it is my bedtime, so I shall toddle off to crawl in my nice warm bed. Life for the most part is good, but sometimes it just kind of gets tedious
