Winter warm spells, monsoon rains, and hay all over the Schuylkill - it seems weird things happen every time I try to leave from the Philly airport. Heading to Belize, it was monsoon rains, and when I found my Dad at the check-in counter, we were already in danger of missing our connection to the one flight a day into Belize City due to the rain. We took it in stride, though, and were ready to run as the plane pulled up to the gate in Dallas.
Everything’s bigger in Texas, and the airport is no exception. Our connection was naturally the farthest possible gate, so after our hustle we were pleasantly surprised to find the plane still there. As we settled into our seats, we found out why: the plane had a flat tire was going to have to be replaced, delaying departure about an hour. The guy sitting next to us looked over and said, “I bet you’re the only two happy ones on the plane.” And we certainly were; the delay meant we actually had time to go back into the terminal and get some lunch!
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