The email arrived early Sunday morning: “Flight number XXX has been delayed four hours. Departure time is now 3:47pm. Please arrive at your regular scheduled departure time in case the delay changes. Thank you.”
“What?” I screamed! Go to the airportk at 10am in case the now delayed flight moves back from 3:47 to 11:47am? That sounds ludicrous. Especially seeing that the sun was now shining and the thermometer poolside was inching closer to a perfect 70 degrees. I looked at my daughter and shrugged my shoulders. I told her either way I’d be tense, sitting poolside wondering if we made a mistake and quite possibly missing our flight home, or sitting in a drab airport waiting for the mistake to be corrected. She agreed and off we went to the airport.
11am – delayed
12 noon – delayed 5 hours to 4:47
1pm – delayed
2pm – delayed
3pm – still delayed
4pm – scheduled departure 4:47 confirmed.
So glad we were there to wait it out! On a positive note, at least now I am half-way through Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!
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