With a blizzard hitting Chicago, it didn't take long to realize the possibility--and probability--of my noontime flight getting delayed. For the 2 or so hours that we were stranded on the runway (we also spent the better part of a third hour returning to the gate for people who wanted to get food), I noticed a couple wonderful things. First off, the weather in Minneapolis was absolutely beautiful. I snapped up a couple shots of the runway while we were waiting for updates.
(The 2nd pic is supposed to show a plane taking off, but apparently it's so small that it comes off only as a speck here)
Secondly, no one seemed to mind too much that we were having a huge delay. There were a good number of people with connecting flights, and with this situation it would seem many of them would miss their connections. (Of course, with the blizzard, many of the connecting flights were delayed, so it impacted close to all the flights equally.)
Arriving at O'hare, it was completely different than what I'd seen just hours before. I knew there would be a lot of snow blowing around, but it's hard for me to really imagine something of that nature (and believe it) until it happens.
That's not the "night" of this post though. While I was on my way to baggage claim I overheard a couple professionally-dressed businessmen (who were going the other way) in an argument. Except it was mostly the white guy screaming at the black guy, "You call me 'sir'!" over and over again.
I think I'd rather live in Minnesota. I'm used to zero-degree weather anyway.
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