Friday's usually involve a certain amount of mucking about with the changing of the sheets, (done) perhaps some dry cleaning to pick-up (done) along with the usual grocery shop, which today included a trip to the Naschmarkt to pick up some salmon for dinner.
(done and done)
Even filled up the car and got it washed. Checked the oil and everything. It's a diesel, they tend to use a bit of oil. This I know.
In amongst this came the first phone call. "I'm at the gate".
This is good, since then I can do the mental countdown and know that I can leave at a certain time for the retrieval from the airport. In this case around 6:00 p.m.
Then came the second phone call. (never a good sign) "The flight has been cancelled".
Wait a minute. Wasn't the last piece of info "I'm at the gate"?
Do I need to drive to Belgrade? Cr*p! I hope not. It's seven freakin' hours! I could get there by midnight I suppose.
Hm....driving through Hungary and then into Serbia after dark. Not sure about that.
I'm still of the opinion they need one of these......
But hey, what do I know? Maybe there's some other mystery airline that flies from Belgrade to Vienna?
Stay tuned.
*Make that three. Just an hour's delay is all.
*Wait. Make that four.
And now for the quote of the day:
"We're getting on the oldest plane I've ever seen in my life".
Swell.
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ReplyDelete"We're getting on the oldest plane I've ever seen in my life".
ReplyDeleteI heard that also on the phonecall I received from the Ma'am today.
However I also got...
"I was glad it was small and light, so when the engines stopped I think we could have glided in"
Myself, I actually was under the impression that they retired the Spruce Goose.
no no Grasshopper. Spruce Goose would have been way too heavy. Pretty sure about that.
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