I should just never be able to fly to Chicago again. I'm serious. It never works out. NEVER. The last time I flew to Chicago for a surprise baby shower I was delayed by 10 hours. As in, the airline was literally telling people the weather was so bad they would just refund the ticket price. But nope, I soldiered on. My flight home was cancelled.
If you've ever flown with me, you know what it means that I turned my cell service back on. I am nothing if not an airline rule follower. I do not unbuckle my seat belt mid flight. I read the safety pamphlet in each plane I get on. I count the rows of seats between me and the nearest exit. Clearly I have issues, but regardless, I'm trying to figure out if we'll actually have to wait this long or if by the time we finally make it up there, we'll have to return to the gate to refuel. It seems the pilots and tower were probs also doing the same calculation and suddenly we jumped to #8 and made it only 2.5 hours late. Boom. Also - during that 2 hour wait w/o cell service? I watched Twilight. #yolo
With all that drama on the way there, the way back should be a breeze, right? Wrong. The fates conspired to laugh at my hopeful naïveté. In fairness, I was kind of expecting this. When it rains, it pours. HAHAH see what I did there? See? Anyway, Chicago was having extreme heat and storms but they were supposed to be earlier in the afternoon and cleared by the time I had my flight.