Published October 13th, 2007
Westward, Ho!
Spring, 1999. I had to get to Sacramento ASAP to take over a project at a remote office we had near Tahoe. I had one day to sit down with the team, learn what they had done, and bring all of their expertise back with me to Chicago.
I can think of a lot of things I would have rather been doing.
I booked a last minute direct flight for over $2100. Since my booking was last minute, I got the privilege of a middle seat. Between two guys who were 6 feet tall and weighed over 200 pounds. I figure that I can deal with it because the flight is only supposed to be four hours long.
After we pull out of the gate and taxi for a while, I notice that we’re in a remote part of the airport and that the engines were spinning down. Bad news. The captain gets on the intercom and tells us that weather is coming in from the west and air traffic control needs some time to figure out what to do.
Obviously, getting our plane up in the air in time to miss the storm was not on their list.
Two hours go by. The flight attendants serve pretzels and soda, and I get to know more than I want to about the guys I’m wedged in between. One of them travels to Japan quite often, and gives me detailed pointers about the alleged proclivities of Japanese women. I thanked him while looking at my watch for the 437th time.
Finally, the captain tells us that air traffic control has released us. But there’s a catch. In the two hours it took them to make up their minds about how we could avoid the coming storm, the storm have gotten so close that we could no longer ascend west to avoid it. And, the plane had used too much fuel taxiing and sitting around on the runway to skirt the storm and still make it to Sacramento. So we were going to fly to Dallas, refuel, and then head to our final destination.
You probably don’t have to look at a map to know that if the shortest path between Chicago and Sacramento is a straight line, Dallas isn’t anywhere near it.
We eventually arrived in Sacramento. Five hours late. That didn’t put me in a great mood for a two hour drive into the mountains.
And a few weeks later the project got cancelled.