A storm starts brewing the morning I am flying back to Oregon from Maine. Warnings of the potential thunderstorm reach my email three days before scheduled departure. JetBlue offers to change my flight without penalty, but I have three days to find out if the weather will actually be as bad as predicted. I take the risk of waiting it out.
It's the morning of my flight departure and I'm constantly checking the flight status and each time I check it's still scheduled On Time. A part of me wouldn't mind the extra day with my best friend. Although I am trying to get back to work, I'm not in danger of missing a time sensitive life event.
The chance to stay an extra night does not come the day of my departure, so I make my way to the airport. We say our good byes and I walk through the revolving door trying not to get my bag stuck or smack my face into the revolving glass. I've seen it happen. Thankfully not to me. I hope I didn't just jinx myself.
I sit down in an airport chair ready to board my flight at 3pm.
A lady's voice gets on the intercom to inform the crowded room that the weather is quickly changing in New York, my layover destination.
The lady's voice gets back on the intercom to inform us that we now need to wait until 4pm for the air traffic control to determine if we can land in New York. Airports provide air traffic control information by the hour. To ensure people do not get hangry, JetBlue provides an assortment of delectable snacks including animal crackers. I am reminded that I really love animal crackers. A lot. There has to be something really awful in those small animal-shaped crackers. I'm not sure why they call them crackers. They are definitely cookies. My mind is blown right now. I'm realizing they have always been cookies as I write this. I've been tricked my whole life into thinking these are simply sweet crackers so I can eat as many as I want. You sweet, delicious, evil cookies.
The now familiar voice on the intercom announces that we will now wait until 5pm. Hurray! That's not what the other faces in the room look like right now. There is no excitement. There are just sighs. People might get hangry. My layover in New York isn't scheduled to depart until a few hours later. I'll go get a beverage and snack now. Might as well.
The voice of doom tells us straight like it is without trying to dance around the subject. Though I wouldn't mind people getting up to dance in a situation like this, really all situation. She tells us New York is a hot mess and if we can reschedule our flights for the next day, we should do it. New York is not my final destination and I'd rather be stuck in Maine with my friend than in an airport overnight.
I quickly decide my best option is to take the opportunity to stay in town one more night. As I walk down the escalator to the front desk for resheduling, my flight is cancelled anyway.
Sometimes there are delays in life that we can't control. Every day is a new adventure, good or bad and I find it's how you react that will keep you enjoying adventures as they come. On Facebook someone says, "When life gives you lemons, eat more lobster rolls." That's how I roll. No pun intended.
My selfie reaction to the ongoing delays.
What I did to pass the time. Obviously.
This is why my flight was cancelled. Good call.
Bitches love thunderstorms.