ShinyFlareon
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*pokes thread with stick to ensure a currently drama-free environment*
Oh good, it's safe to go in the water again. What're we talking about, airplanes? I've got a good one.
Last summer, I went up to visit my bf for the first time. My flight was scheduled to leave at about 5:30 or so. We board on time, taxi out on to the runway, everything's fine. Then we stop and taxi back into the gate because apparently one of the engines started smoking profusely when we tried to get up the speed to take off. We were told we could stay on the plane because this should be a quick fix, but could get off if we wanted. Soon after, we were told to get off the plane. Apparently, the starter in the engine pretty much blew up, and it was going to be a long fix. By this time, it's around 6, and all of us are getting kinda hungry. But for some stupid-ass reason, every single food vendor in the airport was closed. Now, it's a smallish airport, but I still can't fathom any reason why they would close all their venues so early. But we figured it wouldn't be so bad, because they told us we'd be departing at around 8pm and they brought out water bottles and granola bars and stuff for us. However, as 7pm came around, they told us that the engine had to be completely replaced, and they would have to bring in a new engine from the closest airport (around 2 hours away) and it would take an hour to install, leaving our new departure time at 10pm. I couldn't help it - I wanted so badly to be up there and felt that the universe was conspiring to keep me away from my bf - so I started to cry. I held it back as best I could, but some of the other women were really concerned about me. I was supposed to meet my bf and his grandparents for dinner when I got up there, but at this rate I wasn't going to get there until midnight. Some of the other passengers somehow managed to order us all a bunch of pizzas around 9, so at least we got to eat, and eventually I did make it up to Washington to see him, but at that point, his grandparents had gone home and I was too tired to do anything but get into our hotel room (we were going to a con, okay? pervs), shower, and fall asleep. Thankfully, my trip this summer was completely problem-free, but I was a little nervous.
On a completely separate note, guess who volunteered at a writing camp at her old high school last week?
Oh good, it's safe to go in the water again. What're we talking about, airplanes? I've got a good one.
Last summer, I went up to visit my bf for the first time. My flight was scheduled to leave at about 5:30 or so. We board on time, taxi out on to the runway, everything's fine. Then we stop and taxi back into the gate because apparently one of the engines started smoking profusely when we tried to get up the speed to take off. We were told we could stay on the plane because this should be a quick fix, but could get off if we wanted. Soon after, we were told to get off the plane. Apparently, the starter in the engine pretty much blew up, and it was going to be a long fix. By this time, it's around 6, and all of us are getting kinda hungry. But for some stupid-ass reason, every single food vendor in the airport was closed. Now, it's a smallish airport, but I still can't fathom any reason why they would close all their venues so early. But we figured it wouldn't be so bad, because they told us we'd be departing at around 8pm and they brought out water bottles and granola bars and stuff for us. However, as 7pm came around, they told us that the engine had to be completely replaced, and they would have to bring in a new engine from the closest airport (around 2 hours away) and it would take an hour to install, leaving our new departure time at 10pm. I couldn't help it - I wanted so badly to be up there and felt that the universe was conspiring to keep me away from my bf - so I started to cry. I held it back as best I could, but some of the other women were really concerned about me. I was supposed to meet my bf and his grandparents for dinner when I got up there, but at this rate I wasn't going to get there until midnight. Some of the other passengers somehow managed to order us all a bunch of pizzas around 9, so at least we got to eat, and eventually I did make it up to Washington to see him, but at that point, his grandparents had gone home and I was too tired to do anything but get into our hotel room (we were going to a con, okay? pervs), shower, and fall asleep. Thankfully, my trip this summer was completely problem-free, but I was a little nervous.
On a completely separate note, guess who volunteered at a writing camp at her old high school last week?