May 23, 2014, leaving Las Vegas for home five days
later:
It started off
fine. I did have apprehension on the Vegas-Seattle leg when a little baby, oh, maybe a year old, sat
across the skinny aisle from me on the CRJ plane that took me from Las Vegas to
Seattle. I needn't have worried. She took a shining to me, smiling cutely, then
sleeping through practically all the two hours we were in the air.
It was a long
wait in Seattle for my flight back to Hawaii, but the wait went well – no
problems.
They announced
a full flight to Honolulu, but the middle seat next to me in the Economy
Comfort zone was empty, much to the delight of my row mate and me. We were able
to lift the seat arms, and it was like sitting on a couch.
A couple in
the row across the aisle was pulled and upgraded to first class. Lucky people,
and the serviceman sitting in the row had three seats all to himself. Lucky
guy, well-deserved.
Good luck for
all concerned. And then ... this little 3-4-year-old girl behind me started
whimpering, then talking, then singing. Oh well, updated score: two good, one
bad.
And then
(again) as we were taxiing for takeoff, the pilot came on the PA to announce
there was right-engine control-light problem (electronic engine control), so we
taxied back to the gate for repairs (Wha-a-at!) and a possible 30-minute delay.
Actual delay: one hour and five minutes.
The serviceman
across the aisle. Poor guy. A young
talkative chef student at the Culinary Institute of America was able to make
the flight after originally missing it, but because of the delay, they put her
on. She took the aisle seat in his row ... No more couch for him.
Looks like I
spoke too soon, huh?
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