Waiting Seven Hours Is Too MuchPosted: October 26, 2018
My Aunt Susan passed away last month, but it took a little while to plan her service. My mother let my Uncle Hank know that this weekend would be the best one for us all to come so this is when he planned for us all to gather. I am not sure if it was the best weekend for him, but my mother usually decides.
Russ and I planned on flying up to Philly first thing this morning to spend the day and night with my in-laws who I don’t see often enough, and then drive to the Poconos tomorrow to be with my family.
We arrived at RDU at nine, very early for our 11:15 flight. At the appointed boarding time we went to the gate. No plane. It was at the airport since it had come in the night before, but apparently there was a problem with the landing gear. Probably it will take off at noon.
No noon. Maybe 1:00, according to the two nice pilots who were waiting at the gate with the passengers. No 1:00. Now we had to change gates because another plane needed our gate. Maybe 2:00. The plane was brought to the new gate and the pilots went down to do their inspection. No it was not fixed. Maybe 3:00.
The gate agent had someone roll the “Sorry for the very long delay” snack cart up to the gate. That made the passengers less hangrey. I called my mother to say we might not be making it to the funeral. She felt bad we had sat at the airport all day.
Finally word came that the plane was fixed. We boarded the plane and took off at 4:00. We had only sat in the airport for seven hours. If I had not gotten us there so early we probably would only have waited six hours. I consider this all my fault. Waiting seven is just too much.