On the occasional weekend when I go back home to Rochester NY from Charleston WV, I've been mostly driving, 'cause the inevitable flight delays just drive me nuts. On this weekend, I decide to give flying another try.
All is well on the first leg of the flight, and we get to Washington Dulles on time.
In Dulles, we're all boarded and tucked in and ready to roll -- when they announce that there has been a mix-up and this plane was really intended for another flight. We all pile back out into the airport and wait several hours for another plane to be ready.
Plane #2 gets us as far as 10,000 feet above the Charleston airport, but permission to land is denied because of fog. After a half hour of circling the airport hoping the fog will clear, we get the all-clear, wheels come down and we start descending. Then, abruptly, wheels come back up, and we're ascending again. We've lost our fog-free window.
If we continue to circle, we'll run out of fuel, so the flight gets diverted to Cleveland, Ohio. Another hour and a half in the air.
In an effort to lighten the mood, the flight attendant (who looks even more miserable than the passengers) gets on the speaker and says: "I've been flying for many years, and I've never had a last-minute plane change AND a diversion on the same flight. You people are all bad luck, and next time, I'd appreciate it if you all just stayed home."
Not. Flying. Again.
I spend the night in Cleveland, and now here I sit, at the Cleveland airport, waiting for the next flight back to WV.
Time it would have taken to drive Rochester NY to Charleston WV: 7.5 hours (8.5 for slowpoke drivers like me)
Time to fly: 18 hours (and we ain't there yet...)
Sleepy passengers who thought they were going to Charleston arriving in Cleveland at 2 AM.