with the holiday season upon us and the plane in chicago just going off the runway, I thought about a plane story i had during the wintertime. Back in the late 80's I was going to AspenColo. to learn to ski with my brother. well my flight took me from Phoenix to Denvero Aspen. As we hit the runway the piolot said we had to go back to the gate as Denver was shut down cause an airlines slid a jet off the snow covered runway. So they said we could stay on he plane with no air conditioning and it was around 80 or go into the concourse. Well I stayed on....you know them seat also tilt forward? well I tilted the one in front of me forward tilted mine back and slept like a baby. Everyone came on nd the lady was bragging on how they all got a free drink d i got a good nap. Well as i got into denver of course i missed my flight, had to re book. finally got out 5 hours later on teenie weenie airlines with this huge dog that was behind me in line for the tickets......guess what.... the dog made it but my bags didn't. So now to the lost luggage line and try and pick out your bag off the sheet of bags that hasn't been updated since the wright bro's flew. Told the guy it was a dark brown soft side with grey spray paint on the handle edge. he asked me why I had it painted, told him "I have played lost luggage before, now its easy to spot." sure enough when it finally came. he pointed at me in line and yelled grey spray paint. come on up.
So what wonderful times have any of you gone through?