So when I finished the last post at around 6am before boarding my flight I never imagined the saga had just begun. My flight to Columbus (via Washington) was on time and everything was going fine until we got directly above Columbus. Our captain got on the intercom and notified us that we would be redirected to Indianapolis. This is about the time I said ‘What the Fuck’ as loud as anyone has on an airplane in a long time. Granted I had headphones on so who knows how really loud my cry for help was.
The rationale given for our detour was really amazing. The visibilty over Columbus was not suitable for our landing and our fuel level was too low to go into a holding pattern. Now I’m not really sure how long we would have held in the pattern but I’m willing to bet it was less time than it took to fly to Indianapolis. So we land in Indianapolis, fuel up, dump the shitter and sit and wait for another 45 minutes. Let less we forget I had football tickets, probably the only OSU game I’m going to see all year and I didn’t land in Columbus until after kickoff. Needless to say I despise Air Travel.
