I’m moving on from the American Airlines posts, but this one is just too good to pass up.
A few months ago, I went to the Burbank airport to pick up my mom, who was flying into town for a visit. As I was standing in the baggage claim area with about 30 or 40 other people waiting for people, I get a flight status notification update on my cell.
“Hello, this is a flight status update for American flight number 9384. The flight has been diverted to another city. Please call American Airlines at 1-800-something and ask to speak to a representative for more details.”
My first thought was either (1) the plane has crashed and this is a nice way of getting you to call someone, or (2) there’s a bomb threat at the airport where I’m standing and they cannot land the plane. Maybe they’re in Seattle or something.
Turns out, it was high winds. Burbank has short runways and the size of planes American flies can barely stop in the amount of space they have. They passed by Burbank and landed in Los Angeles, taxied around their for a little while, and eventually flew back to Burbank. (While I went and got a little work done at Starbucks.)
I thought that was odd, but what happened today takes the “Really? No way!” prize. Erin, one of our friends from Texas, came to town for Grete’s birthday. I dropped her off at the airport this morning for her trip home. The plane looked to be on time, so I was surprised when I got a text message from her an hour and a half later, when she should have been in the air.
Turns out, she was in Ontario, California (about an hour away from Burbank).
The plane had stopped for gas.