Waiting to Exit

We have been in the Boise airport for four hours now, three longer than originally scheduled. The jet had to undergo maintenance, more maintenance than we had anticipated, and we're sorry for the inconvenience. We've been rerouted to 2:15 flight to San Francisco, instead of Chicago as we had originally planned. That'll take us only maybe two-and-a-half hours; we'll spend several more hours waiting around in San Francisco, and will be departing for London at 7 o'clock Pacific Time. We should arrive at around 1 PM London time tomorrow.

In the interim I've chatted, checked my email, talked, read a magazine, conversed, read the first scene of John Fletcher's Valentinian, exchanged cordial words (with my mother), and updated this blog. I also made a sketch of our grounded plane.

To break up the monotony of waiting, we have grasped for novelty by finding humor in the names that have come up over the intercom. Among them were a Mr. or Mrs. Dingledyne, Ferrari, and Gay...le. Yes, we are that bored.

There's been talk of us receiving vouchers to compensate us for the delay. Given that we've already gotten vouchers to make up for the precipitous price drop from when we purchased our original tickets, we may yet end up with enough money to go on another trip down the road.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.