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Japanified!
Aug. 25th, 2006 12:06 pmOkay, in one of the weirdest moments of my life, my flight back to Japan was cancelled midair.
I was supposed to depart Tuesday and after the whole checking in (a couple problems with my heavier-than-me-luggage), security (piece of cake), and waiting for an hour, we boarded and were in prepatory measures to take off. But not yet! There was an odd odor emanating from the air-conditioning system, so the United mechanics were checking it out. After about a half-hour delay, they decided to go ahead and depart, thinking it would clear up once the outside air got into the vents. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. The smell grew worse and smoke was coming from somewhere. I was kind of dozing, so I missed the brouhah, but they decided to turn the plane around and head back to Seattle. We landed and the fire department boarded to see what was up. They couldn't figure out what was wrong, so they asked to leave the aircraft, wherein I discover that the odor was so bad in first and business class, that people were actually feeling nauseous. One of the flight attendants actually had to go onto an oxygen tank. 0_0
We hemmed and hawwed around the airport for a few hours before we're told that the plane couldn't possibly be put back into the air and that they were scheduling a flight for Wednesday morning. I was a bit peeved, mostly because I would be late to my job and I had no way of contacting my school. I was also really tired because I'd stayed up late to finish packing... but anyways, I call my mom, she's really surprised (but obviously pleased because that meant I was staying an extra day), they leave work early to come pick me up, I surprise my grandma (I mean, seriously, I've never seen her shocked into stillness before!), I scare my brothers into thinking I missed my flight, and lots of good fun. XD
And the next day? Plane is supposed to leave at 9:15 AM, but we couldn't depart until 11 because there were two flights with the same number and NO WE COULDN'T HAVE THAT.
... good days, good days. Either way, it was kind of fun in it's own way. Just happy it ended up mostly okay. Wouldn't have wanted to crash into the ocean, y'know.
I was supposed to depart Tuesday and after the whole checking in (a couple problems with my heavier-than-me-luggage), security (piece of cake), and waiting for an hour, we boarded and were in prepatory measures to take off. But not yet! There was an odd odor emanating from the air-conditioning system, so the United mechanics were checking it out. After about a half-hour delay, they decided to go ahead and depart, thinking it would clear up once the outside air got into the vents. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. The smell grew worse and smoke was coming from somewhere. I was kind of dozing, so I missed the brouhah, but they decided to turn the plane around and head back to Seattle. We landed and the fire department boarded to see what was up. They couldn't figure out what was wrong, so they asked to leave the aircraft, wherein I discover that the odor was so bad in first and business class, that people were actually feeling nauseous. One of the flight attendants actually had to go onto an oxygen tank. 0_0
We hemmed and hawwed around the airport for a few hours before we're told that the plane couldn't possibly be put back into the air and that they were scheduling a flight for Wednesday morning. I was a bit peeved, mostly because I would be late to my job and I had no way of contacting my school. I was also really tired because I'd stayed up late to finish packing... but anyways, I call my mom, she's really surprised (but obviously pleased because that meant I was staying an extra day), they leave work early to come pick me up, I surprise my grandma (I mean, seriously, I've never seen her shocked into stillness before!), I scare my brothers into thinking I missed my flight, and lots of good fun. XD
And the next day? Plane is supposed to leave at 9:15 AM, but we couldn't depart until 11 because there were two flights with the same number and NO WE COULDN'T HAVE THAT.
... good days, good days. Either way, it was kind of fun in it's own way. Just happy it ended up mostly okay. Wouldn't have wanted to crash into the ocean, y'know.
