Three-Hour Delay (Not Much Fun)
I spent three hours at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport (that's a mouthful) on a plane that wasn't leaving the ground. Those were some of the longest hours of my life.
We board the plane, it starts raining. Lightning appears in the sky, so we sit on the plane for two hours at the gate waiting for the lightning to move the minimum 5-miles away (there wasn't much wind). With the go-ahead coming we have to refuel the plane (it's been on this whole time since the air conditioners are apparently designed to run off jet fuel, which doesn't seem like the smartest design in situations like this).
We then get the go-ahead and go out on the runway. More lightning, another hour of sitting makes for a lot of fun.
Finally we take off and land in Chicago a mere three hours later than we were supposed to.
All this of course happened after I was detained in the airport because they found some "explosive-grade" type of fertilizer on my shoe.
We board the plane, it starts raining. Lightning appears in the sky, so we sit on the plane for two hours at the gate waiting for the lightning to move the minimum 5-miles away (there wasn't much wind). With the go-ahead coming we have to refuel the plane (it's been on this whole time since the air conditioners are apparently designed to run off jet fuel, which doesn't seem like the smartest design in situations like this).
We then get the go-ahead and go out on the runway. More lightning, another hour of sitting makes for a lot of fun.
Finally we take off and land in Chicago a mere three hours later than we were supposed to.
All this of course happened after I was detained in the airport because they found some "explosive-grade" type of fertilizer on my shoe.
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