Houston, we have a problem! (aka - "How They Brought the Good News from Austin to Atlanta" )
The flight from Austin-Atlanta was a rather interesting one. It had a stopover at Houston. Now, I had booked an unearthly 6 a.m. flight from Austin, in the hope to getting back to Atlanta by 11:30 a.m.. The other alternative got me back to Atlanta at 4:30 p.m.
After an unearthly (yup - GRE gives u a rich vocab, doesn't it?) wakeup at 4 a.m., I managed to reach the airport on time and board the flight. The weather Gods, it seems, had decided to work this weekend. Houston was struck by a spell of bad weather, and no flights could make it there. After a 3 hour wait, which meant I had missed my connecting flight, the airline put me on a later flight from Houston to Atlanta.
After arriving at Houston, I found that the the 11 a.m. connecting flight was delayed, not because the plane had not arrived - oh no - the plane was standing right there, waiting; but rather because the crew had not arrived - they were due on a flight from Austin which had been delayed. So, after waiting till 1 o'clock for the crew, we finally boarded the plane. Sweet Atlanta was just 2 1/2 hours away.
Of course, when the weather gods left, they decided to take the medical gods to golf as well. Halfway into the flight, the captain announced: "Folks, we have a medical emergency on board, I'm afraid we have to turn back." At this point, one strongly got the suspicion that the captain was living out his childhood dream of flying aboard Apollo 13.
After waiting for 2 more hors at Houston, (partially because the printer wasn't functioning), we finally took off.
Just as we finally landed - there was a brief moment of silence, broken the tongue-in-cheek comment over the intercom: "Folks, welcome back to Houston!"
So, after carefully planning a 11 a.m. arrival to avoid the 4:30 p.m. one, one mercifully made it back at the glorious hour of 8 p.m.!
After an unearthly (yup - GRE gives u a rich vocab, doesn't it?) wakeup at 4 a.m., I managed to reach the airport on time and board the flight. The weather Gods, it seems, had decided to work this weekend. Houston was struck by a spell of bad weather, and no flights could make it there. After a 3 hour wait, which meant I had missed my connecting flight, the airline put me on a later flight from Houston to Atlanta.
After arriving at Houston, I found that the the 11 a.m. connecting flight was delayed, not because the plane had not arrived - oh no - the plane was standing right there, waiting; but rather because the crew had not arrived - they were due on a flight from Austin which had been delayed. So, after waiting till 1 o'clock for the crew, we finally boarded the plane. Sweet Atlanta was just 2 1/2 hours away.
Of course, when the weather gods left, they decided to take the medical gods to golf as well. Halfway into the flight, the captain announced: "Folks, we have a medical emergency on board, I'm afraid we have to turn back." At this point, one strongly got the suspicion that the captain was living out his childhood dream of flying aboard Apollo 13.
After waiting for 2 more hors at Houston, (partially because the printer wasn't functioning), we finally took off.
Just as we finally landed - there was a brief moment of silence, broken the tongue-in-cheek comment over the intercom: "Folks, welcome back to Houston!"
So, after carefully planning a 11 a.m. arrival to avoid the 4:30 p.m. one, one mercifully made it back at the glorious hour of 8 p.m.!
posted by Firebringer at 10:19 AM
3 Comments:
lol whether it's austin to atlanta or pune to andheri,it seems like everyone has been busy traveling! but i think it still shows that bomaby trains are the best!!
Yeah, atleast Bombay trains get delayed by just about 2 minutes or get cancelled altogether. They don't mislead anyone :D
Hahaha! Too good.
Hopefully it wasn't the pilot himself who had the medical emergency. That would have been something.
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