My sister Susan and I flew home to Denver from Orlando Saturday night. Neither of us has flown on a plane since 2019, and that particular flight wound up being diverted from Houston, where we were to change planes, to Dallas, where we wound up having to stay the night, not getting another flight until the following evening. And I have to report that things have changed little over the past 5 1/2 years. This time, our flight was supposed to take off at 9:15 in the evening. It all started out well, everyone boarding the aircraft and taking their seats. And just when it was time to take off, we were informed the plane was now out of service, and we had to leave the plane and sit down in the waiting area across the aisle and wait to board plane number 2. We arrived in Denver over an hour late, and deplaned right on the tarmac, as far away from where we were supposed to be picked up by an Uber as you could get. It said on my phone that we needed to get to the pickup area by 1:19, which we were not going to do. I was able to call the driver, thank goodness, a very kind man who said he would wait for us, no problem. The problem is that these days flying is more often a nightmare than a joy. Surprise! Who would have thunk it?
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