perspective...
Oct. 27th, 2005 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dweniusFlying back from Denver, I managed to get on a standby flight and arrive home 2 hours earlier. And I thought to myself, whoo, a pleasant bit of luck there. I even got to sing a song to Calvin and rock him to sleep.
However, every other standby seat on the very big/full 777 out of Denver was filled with someone who just got out of Cancun, 7 (?) days after Wilma hit, having stood in line since 4am to try to get on a flight out of there, and having been told once airborne that the airport they just left was to be closed until Monday, so the rest of those folks were stuck, still. Rather significantly more lucky than I am in this instance. These folks had many tales to tell...imagine what New Orleans would have been like if there wasn't ever much infrastructure to begin with, then layer huricane on top of that. Ugly.
These folks, separated from running water or electricity for a week, were apologizing for their funk; it was drowned out, at least in my nose, by the McDonald's fries and cheeseburgers they were greedily, shamelessly chowing on during taxi and takeoff. I must credit the United staff for being the ultimate professionals and not even remotely telling any of these folks to stow those particular carry-ons.
However, every other standby seat on the very big/full 777 out of Denver was filled with someone who just got out of Cancun, 7 (?) days after Wilma hit, having stood in line since 4am to try to get on a flight out of there, and having been told once airborne that the airport they just left was to be closed until Monday, so the rest of those folks were stuck, still. Rather significantly more lucky than I am in this instance. These folks had many tales to tell...imagine what New Orleans would have been like if there wasn't ever much infrastructure to begin with, then layer huricane on top of that. Ugly.
These folks, separated from running water or electricity for a week, were apologizing for their funk; it was drowned out, at least in my nose, by the McDonald's fries and cheeseburgers they were greedily, shamelessly chowing on during taxi and takeoff. I must credit the United staff for being the ultimate professionals and not even remotely telling any of these folks to stow those particular carry-ons.
