Back in New Hampshire, gaining yet another travel story. Not the horror stories of 18 hours trapped in Buffalo or others I’ve heard, just the minor, dragging out annoyance of thunderstorms and delays and uncertainty and waiting and waiting. Arriving at midnight is just so much more late, psychologically, than 10:30 PM. Glad to be home.
A cart out on the tarmac stuck the jetway and ripped out their power cords. We were forbidden from boarding the plane on an unpowered jetway, so had to wait 90 minutes while they moved the jet and set everything back up again. A fully packed flight and a few testy infants didn’t help the mood. Like I said, glad to be home.