Most of you know that Tom returned home last week.
I'd like to say it was a smooth trip back to Oklahoma. But no. Tom had a flight from Baltimore that was meant to leave in the morning.
Instead he texted me that they were sitting on the plane because there were "issues."
First of all, I would never want to be on a plane with "issues." You all know I don't like to fly to begin with. If I was told a plane had "issues", I'd be all:
Tom kept texting me that "they were still sitting there, not moving." Then he said people were being REMOVED from the plane because the issue was fixed, but they needed to get rid of some weight.
I went, "Make sure they don't remove Kevin Smith if he's there. Otherwise there could be a lawsuit." I was only half joking.
Apparently it was random. Apparently.
Finally they took off, about an hour later than they were supposed to.
This meant Tom missed his connecting flight in Chicago.
I was miffed.
But he was able to get on a later flight. He would have been home at 230 had he made his connecting flight. Now he'd be coming in at 730.
I was like:
I was impatient. I wanted my dang husband. Time passed by at a snail's pace. I kept checking the time.
But finally. FINALLY. It was time to get my husband.
And it went well.
So poo on United for having issues. But yay for American Airlines for allowing Tom to hop on a flight later on.