Back in 1996 (around this time of year) I was in NYC. Now I had to get back to Atlanta. A naive person might imagine since the invention of the aeroplane this is a minor detail. I was indeed booked on a 9.30am Delta flight from La Guardia to Hartsfield. Do I need to add that Hartsfield is Delta’s major base? Do I need to add that Delta allegedly run 4 flights a day between La Guardia and Hartsfield? So, I’m on the first of four flights that day but no… I wind up on the 6-30pm one because effing Delta “consolidate” all four onto the final flight.
So, eventually I get on this MD-80 and am chucked a bag of nibbles by an extremely bored looking FA (I suspect she wanted to get back to ‘lanta too). But to crown it all we are exiting the holding pattern over Hartsfield and coming in and then we just zoom climb. The captain sounded shaky on the intercom but bloody hellskis I never knew an MD-80 could climb like a Sabre. It was emotional I can tell you. Instinctively my girlf grabbed my hand. But not too tight.
What had happened was that a 767 was crossing the runway and our pilot had seen it just in the nick of time, yanked the stick back and went balls to the wall with the throttle. Well, it took another 45 minutes of orbit to get a slot and I felt Like the Pope when I finally de-planed. Never has this goodly Earth seemed so… er, goodly.
Well, it would appear Delta has bought up 49% of Virgin Airlines. Great! I wouldn’t trust Delta to fly a kite.
And me reporting this on this of all days.