imjustagirl2
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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...
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...