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THE FLIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS:
T'was the flight before Christmas and all through Heathrow an anxious hostility was starting to grow. The suitcases lining the queues with great care and remorse for the agent with Icelandic Air.
But let me go back to that fateful morning. All went so smoothly (should have given me warning). I checked in with ease, not the typical crap and had boarded the plane, settled down for a nap.
When over the PA we all heard the captain. We were the made aware that something was happenin'. Stuck in my seat for an hour and a half while they tried to ensure that the plane wouldn't crash.
"These technical difficulties are ever too vast and and we're sorry your stay on this plane couldn't last" Off the plane, down the corridor to UK Border Control. Then to the baggage reclaim did we all go.
Once again in the lobby of Terminal 1, I was fully prepared for some more airline fun. This brings me to where this story started and I'm happy to say that I eventually departed.
But not before hours of standing in line, a repercussion of poorly build urban design. Only one computer functioned to operate rebooking which left all of the passengers silently cooking.
I was rerouted to Boston aboard British Air. As long as the flight went stateside I wouldn't care. This took me from Terminal 1 over to 5 and I wondered if I would ever get out alive.
I attempted self check-in via one such machine and when it rejected, I wanted to scream. So I carted my bags to a helpful employee who took all my things, pointing me towards security.
And again I went through, had to take off my shoes and they patted me down. They had nothing to lose. I walked through the Terminal to C63 gate. I was taking no chances of getting there late.
Once all of my overhead luggage was stashed, I decided that it was my time to crash. But not before completing my landing card. "Now this," I thought slyly, "just shouldn't be hard"
I delved in my rucksack to pull out a pen and thought very hard about trying to zen. The pen then exploded all over my pinky. So now I was feeling both tainted and stinky.
The stewardess brought out some cloths to clean up the mess. The rest of this trip was now anyone's guess. Arriving back stateside with severe ice delay, I made it to Boston where I would then stay.
We sat on the Tarmac for over an hour while my only thoughts were of taking a shower. I walked through arrivals and met up with John. We were hopeful the T wouldn't already be gone.
Lucky for us, we made the last train and a good night of sleep kept me from going insane. The next day was left for a Boston explore and then back to the airport for more flying galore.
Now I am home, safely tucked in my bed. I do not have to feel an impending dread.
Despite all the hassle, distress and the woe, I'm blessed to have family wherever I go.
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Roy A great story