I managed to reschedule on the 10pm flight. I should be able to make it.

As we sit to get more fuel, the storm heads towards us. There’s lightning. They can’t fuel the plane when there’s lightning so they have to stop and now we have to wait for the storm to blow over.

It’s a strong storm with lots of wind and rain. We’re now grounded for a couple hours while we wait.

It’s after 9pm and that 10pm connection is looking less likely. We have to wait for the storm to be at least 20 miles out before the fuel truck can come back and top us off.

At 9:15, the truck returns. And along with it, hope. On top of that, the 10pm flight I’m trying to catch is coming from Chicago. You know what that means? Yup. It’s delayed! New departure time is 11pm!

We’ve taken off and are on our way to DC. I might actually make it.

Clouds and storms are like country roads. They’re bumpy. This ride to and from Richmond has been like heading down that gravel road, with potholes sending you down and up with such vigour that you wonder if you’ll hit your head on the roof. A little turbulence is easily brushed off. Feeling tossed around is a little more unsettling.

Landed in DC at 10. I have to get from terminal A to D but I’m not too concerned now. I have plenty of time. I stroll over to the shuttle and hop on just as it is closing its doors.

The shuttle makes its way to the terminal. I hop off and stroll to my gate. They’re just offloading the previous flight.

I made it.

Not only that, I managed to get a window seat with an empty seat next to me.

LA, here I come.

Published May 27, 2018
Categorized as Personal
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