We knew something was wrong when the captain of Delta Flight 380 from Knoxville to Atlanta said a mechanic was on his way. A mechanical problem, he said matter-of-factly, and then he turned our plane (already on the runway) back to the terminal. We deplaned. We lined up. We stood at Gate 5 for rescheduling to begin. When a twist I’ve never seen occurred.
A lady dressed in a Delta uniform wheeled out a cart that read Have One on Us! and offered lined-up passengers bottles of water and snacks of choice. (It happened. It really did.)
Luckily, most of us received new boarding passes for later flights from patient attendants and scheduling gurus. No pushing, whining, or crying. We just took our new assignments and then turned to the cart.
And judging from the skimpy remains, most of us weary, would-be flyers received sustenance from Delta, free of charge. (Well, sort of.)
It’s just another travel twist, I guess. But I was oh, so grateful for a pack of Trail Mix and a bottle of Dasani. And a chance to arrive at my final destination before supper time.
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