My stay may not have been as long as the one of Mehran Karimi Nasseri (or the fictional Viktor Navorski) but I feel like I spent an entire lifetime waiting in the United terminal at O’Hare yesterday afternoon.
After the delay announcement, Liz and I talked at gate B5. About the pilot sticking his head out my plane window. After convincing me for the first time in 5 years to check in my only piece of carryon luggage.
And when her plane started boarding…
Laura and I talked at gate B3. About the fact this native New Yorker probably shouldn’t have known the Red Sox were playing. And the fact she would most likely lose her carryon luggage if she checked it.
But by the time her plane boarded, I was too lazy to walk to gate B11 to talk with Jess. About anything.
So I went back to gate B2. Where some of the attendees from the Marketing2Moms conference came over to me to ask for marketing advice. (You are totally right, I feel like more than three audience questions should have been answered.)
And I gave it away until my flight finally started boarding.
After thinking the exhausting wait was finally over, I found myself all buckled up but waiting on the plane for additional time.
Shortly after take off the first officer notified us we would be experience some light chop as we ascended to the 24,000 feet. Great.
Chop.
Which is something I only want to hear when I am offered a salad.
And chop we did experience.
And again when it was time to land.
Where the fun then turned into waiting for my checked bag.
And then sitting in traffic.
And then finding my kids already asleep when I arrived home.
It’s no wonder everyone just loves to fly.
