I’m an optimist in all things except air travel.
I’m sitting on the tarmac at Norfolk International Airport. We chuckle at the “International” part because there are actually no flights departing Norfolk that fly directly to other countries; but perhaps as the airport grows someday there will be.
But I’m not chuckling today. It’s four days until Christmas and I’m stuck on the tarmac for at least half an hour, according to the pilot’s most recent estimates.
We were so close to taking off. We had pushed back from the gate, we were making our way slowly but surely on the runway when suddenly we came to a stop and the captain came on with an announcement that due to weather conditions our departure time had been delayed — again. Going back to the gate would mean losing our place in the lineup, so we sit patiently awaiting our fate.
At this point it looks like I’ll be missing my connecting flight to Dallas. I should be more upset than I am. But I’ve learned the hard way that when I fly, the best offense is a good defense (which sounds like I know something about sports but don’t be fooled).
In my next post, I’ll blog about some ways to make holiday traveling a little easier.