So The Wife and I were in South Carolina visiting friends over the weekend and I had little access to the Internet. Thanks to Jon D for holding down the fort so beautifully here at the Banter.
We came home today–puddle-jumper from South Carolina to ATL, 757 from ATL back home. Everything went smoothly until we were in the air and the rain in New York shut down the local airports for a few hours. Meanwhile, after circling and circling our flight landed in Allentown, P.A. And, yes, that earned me the right to sing the song, cept I wasn’t in any mood for singing.
As we refueled there was also a mechanical problem to contend with. So we sat some more. Some folks left the plane and scrambled to find rental cars. But considering the Labor Day traffic that seemed foolish so we waited it out.
Meanwhile, after a rain delay of close to 2 hours, the Yankee game resumed while we were in Allentown so The Wife and I listened to the critical 4th inning where the White Sox played like our trip home–a mess. They kicked the ball around, some poor shnook named Dylan Axelrod could not throw strikes and when the inning was over the Yanks had scored 8 times.
Soon enough our plane was back in the air and when we were treated a glorious ride over Manhattan on our way to LaGuardia.
And wouldn’t you know it but there was zero traffic on the way home. We were exhausted but that made us smile. The game was long over by then–9-1 Yanks was the final–and a long day had a happy ending.
We came home, showered, and walked across the street for a slice.