My flight home last night was delayed. Like, we were all sitting on the plane at the gate when they announced it was going to be a while. And a while = over an hour, just for your future reference.
Apparently there was some dry ice in the cargo area. And it didn’t have proper documentation.
I appreciated the pilot’s concern for our well being, but could have done without the “There will be no renegade dry ice on my plane!” speech.
The illegal ice was finally escorted off the plane and I got home after midnight. Woo!
And here’s what I’m doing today:
(That picture was taken when I was already 2 loads in. It was worse. Much much worse. Why do the people around here keep wearing clothes?)