I left the house at 10:30 a.m. this morning and arrived at the airport just before 11:00 a.m. About a half an hour before departure, I picked up a take-out burger and a side of jalapeño poppers, met up with my writing partner, Paul, and patiently waited to board. If all went according to plan, we would get into Toronto for a 8:00 p.m., get a good night’s sleep, and then spend much of Wednesday talking prep and production before catching the 6:00 p.m. flight back to Vancouver.
IF all went according to plan.
But, of course, we were flying Air Canada. I didn’t the first announcement in its entirety, but caught the words “cancelled” and “broken”. Broken? Broken?! What were the chances that, of the four dozen or so flights on the board, OURS would be the one that was cancelled.
As it turned out, pretty good!
It was confirmed. Our flight was cancelled. But arrangements were being made to put people on flights leaving later, throughout the day. Priority, however, would be given to those catching connecting flights. “Who’s catching a connecting flight?”asked the woman behind the counter, prompting fully two-thirds of the people at the gate to throw their hands up and step forward. “We’re not getting into Toronto until after midnight,”Paul predicted.
Of course, that wold have entailed our leaving Vancouver sometime in the next four hours – which, honestly, didn’t look like it was going to happen. So we called it a day and went home, out the $60 I’d spent on transport, airport bottled water, and lunch including those jalapeños poppers that, in hindsight, should be eaten immediately and not left to cool and congeal in their own little grease jackets.
Let’s celebrate my return home with Part II of the Dark Matter Set Tour!