It had been about two weeks since my impromptu Sin City weekend with my sister and I was already having withdrawals. So off we went, ready for some sun, adventure and lots of fried food. We were headed to Puerto Rico.
My sister was flying from the west coast and I was flying from the east, so I thought I had it easier, but I had to take one of those dreadful commuter flights before my flight to Puerto Rico. Of course, we ended up taking off 20 minutes late. I had to hustle to make my connecting flight with US Airways and was “that girl,” running down the airport corridor crying out “excuse me!” with equal parts anger and stress.
I made the flight and sulked into my seat when I suddenly felt a burst of coldness on my leg. I thought I was imagining it but then I felt another drop of cold water. I looked up and saw there was a condensation leak directly above me. I tried to ignore it, closing my eyes and waiting for take off, but take off never happened.
I paged the flight attendant and asked for a paper towel or another seat. They opted for the paper towel. Bored, still brooding and my right leg now thoroughly wet, I picked up my mobile and started texting my sister.
Me: Ugh. Plane delayed for mechanical issues.
Sister: Really?! Me too.
So I ring her and we start chatting about our unfortunate luck with both having our flights delayed. An announcement came on so I told me sister to hold on so I could hear the captain. As the announcement was made, I could hear the same announcement being made on her flight.
Thinking I was hearing things I asked, “Is your flight delayed another 40 minutes?” She said yes quizzically. Then I asked, “Are you on a US Airways flight leaving from Philadelphia landing at 11:33?”
We both gasped. Then I slowly stood up looking around. She was literally three rows behind me. Yes, it took us a total of 45 minutes of texting and talking on the phone to realize we were on the same flight.
We jumped up and hugged in a delightful mixture of laughter and tears. Unfortunately, after asking all the passengers around us, no one would give up their seats so we could sit together.
We told the flight attendants our story and they asked us both to sit down because we were impeding their service. Because we had been on the tarmac for well over an hour and a half at this point, they were passing out water and biscuits to keep us “comfortable.”
US Airways says, “…we are committed to making every flight count for our valued customers.” Note to US Airways: next time there is a two-hour delay on the tarmac and I realize I am on the same flight with my sister, you can make my flight count by forgoing the biscuits for some seats together.
Visit later this week and I’ll share some delicious tips on frituras in Puerto Rico.