Taking a positive from a negative...

So the Max and Erma's in the Detroit airport finally brings my food 32 minutes before departure, and I'm 22 gates from where I take off. I scarf down my chicken sammich and scoot down to my gate, making it about 15 minutes before takeoff. Get settled into my seat, stuff crammed overhead, and I'm ready to go.

Except they have to make a repair on some console thing that involved turning off power. Which involves deplaning.

So I gather my crap back up and head back into the airport. Found a nearby bar with Sunset Wheat on tap...so all is OK.



Not to go boots on anyone, but anyone else have tales of good coming from bad? Entertain me for the next 35 minutes until we're supposed to take off again...

 

Just have another Sunset Wheat or three and be happy it's 35 minutes not 3 1/2 hours. ;D

 

Are you flying Southwest, IJAG? If so, take off enough clothes to get kicked off the plane and you can be on Oprah or Bill O'Reilley tomorrow.

 

You mean like the time a boy bought me lemons instead of oranges and I made lemonade

 

I once missed a flight, which was the result of rather odd circumstances, and thusly landed at the bar until I could take the next one. I then expenced my bar bill. So, I didn't have to do any work that day and my drinking was entirely paid for.

 

Nope, Northwest. Wrong damn directional airline. Welcome to my luck, Ace.

 

They lost my bad last time I flew. Be careful!

 

Crap. LAST thing I need is that, sc. Crap.

 

A lost bad is a very bag thing.*















Says the king of typos ;D

 

Go to the restroom and tap your foot.

 

Too bad they don't have a Red Lobster there.

 

That will get her put on blast. Don't want that.