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canyonwalkerMy on-time flight to Phoenix yesterday was an anomaly. I thought about that as things worked so smoothly— I'd better enjoy this, because it's not the norm. (Except I forgot to pack a shirt.) Because usually this is how things go when flying Southwest:
Today it's back to normal. I got a text as early as 11:16am that my 6:30pm flight was delayed. At first it was a 2 hour delay. Then it became a 30 minute delay. Then 2 hours again. Then 1 hour. Then 90 minutes. The inbound aircraft is in the air now, so that 90 minute delay should hold steady. Thus my 26 hours in Phoenix becomes 27.5, and I won't be getting home— as in, home-home—until almost 10:30pm.
Ugh.
And I've got a full schedule tomorrow starting with a 7am meeting.
Well, at least I get to kick up my heels at PHX airport. But I wish I could kick them up at home, in bed.
Today it's back to normal. I got a text as early as 11:16am that my 6:30pm flight was delayed. At first it was a 2 hour delay. Then it became a 30 minute delay. Then 2 hours again. Then 1 hour. Then 90 minutes. The inbound aircraft is in the air now, so that 90 minute delay should hold steady. Thus my 26 hours in Phoenix becomes 27.5, and I won't be getting home— as in, home-home—until almost 10:30pm.
Ugh.
And I've got a full schedule tomorrow starting with a 7am meeting.
Well, at least I get to kick up my heels at PHX airport. But I wish I could kick them up at home, in bed.
