Saturday, 0800 hours
Due to a whatzit on the plane being "loose", an entire maintenance crew is being flow in from Vancouver with a roll of duct tape and some chewing gum. Although the crew reassured us that they all knew how to fix it, they weren't allowed to due to union rules and even the helpful offer of a passenger (mechanic) was turned down. Apparently there are no men in Comox with a hammer or a screwdriver or knowledge of whatzits. And so, the flight at 0600 is optimistically rebooked for somewhere around 10. Which means Halifax connector to Calgary will be be flying without the body in seat 17A.
WJ's rebooking had me cooling my heels in Calgary, then Toronto before winding my way to Halifax around 1 a.m. That didn't just ruin my day of travel, it would also ruin sleep for both of us tonight and make the long-anticipated wine & food tour starting early on Sunday kind of a wash-out.
After exploring a few other dead-ends it became apparent that the most merciful thing to do is to try again tomorrow, same time, same place and hopefully on a different aircraft. Sacrificing my first day of holidays is not how I planned this but I guess you have to deal with curveballs as best you can, even if I'm a lousy catcher.
Right now I should be in Calgary throwing up a stetson in pre-celebration. Instead I'm sitting morosely staring out the window, mad as hell. Sorry Beamer, I hope by the time you read this we'll be together and hoisting a cool one rather than my current state of crying in my beer. Stoopit, stoopit airlines.
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