The passenger next to me uttered an expletive. I nodded in agreement.
The Delta plane was on the Boston Logan tarmac for an hour and a half. We both had missed our connecting flight in Detroit.
No water, the pilot said. Then, a yellow light appeared which he could not turn off.
This was followed by a generator issue, then a second generator problem.
Finally, we were in the air and a short time later, I was walking into Delta’s Detroit airport toward the Help counter.
“Your next connecting flight is in four hours,” the chippy Delta agent told me with no apology. I was pissed.
OK, I thought. I’ve never actually seen all of the airport’s concourses in leisure. So, let me walk through them and check out the sites and shops.
I must have walked a couple of miles up and down the concourses as an airport-sightseeing-tourist. Two items of note:
Concourse A: Pretty cool water fountain.
Concourse A to B and C: Tunnel with multi-colored flashing lights in sync with music.
Walking through the tunnel, I swiveled my hips a bit and twisted the rolling carry-on as my partner to the Motown song. That was fun!
After three hours of walking all the concourses, I returned to my departure gate exhausted.
A colleague joined me with a half hour to go until we boarded the same plane.
The connecting flight was uneventful but my return flights were unpleasant.
Screaming babies and continuous kicking of my seat by toddlers plagued me all the way back to Boston.
Mercifully, both flights were on time.
Once home, I unpacked and folded an Origami airplane.