I’m in the midst of a dreaded on-board delay. After three hours of delays due to crappy weather on the Eastern seaboard, we finally got to board our plane — but then our hopes were dashed by a “ground hold” issued by the destination airport.
When an on-board delay happens, every action of fellows passengers becomes irritating. The tubby guy across the aisle moves one enormous leg into the aisle, and you think: who the hell does he think he is? Then there are the too loud talkers, yammering about their breakdowns and second homes, and the guy who springs up to rearrange his stuff in the overhead bin that he put away only moments before, and the weak-kidneyed woman who trots to the bathroom. Seriously? Can’t people just sit still and stoically endure the agony?
The only thing worse than an on-board hold is a deplaning, and the only thing worse than a deplaning is hell itself.