...And now I'm supposed to reboard it?!
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. After about two hours sleep last night I went to the airport because I promised my Maritime friend a visit this weekend. I get into Ottawa airport, and it's chaos. Air Canada had a 'computer glitch', and everything is delayed, no one knows a damn thing, all is insane.
Apparently that computer glitch prevented the airport from realizing the insane weather out east, and thus they did not delay our flight. The turbulence was so bad as we got closer to Halifax, I started to get very motion sick. So here I am, puking and blah, and everyone's like "we are going to fucking die".
We try to land, and the plane's wings are dipping from side to side, and as I look at the ground, I wonder about how we are going to land a plane sideways? Mostly though, I am too nauseous to care (I can't spell that word). You know how not to be afraid of death? Be distracted by illness.
Anyway, I guess the pilot also doubted the safety of that attempted landing, because all of a sudden he pulled the plane back up. And then we had to redirect to Charlottetown. More sickness, more jumbly plane, but we arrived alive. It's a good thing I'm not a waif though, because stepping off that plane, the wind was so strong I almost got blown over the water to Nova Scotia. Mary Poppins, look out!
And now, an hour later, we're supposed to believe it's safe to 'try again'?
So if I die, I love you stripperweb. Heh. Seriously though, fuck Air Canada in its skyward ear.



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