disaster averted
So, on the plane back from Houston the pilot comes on about 30 minutes into the flight and says there's a problem and we need to turn around. The fuel gauge on the left wing showed that the tank was emptying a lot faster than it should be so we turned around, I familarized myself with the nearest exit and planned my route to it over the heads of my slower fellow-passengers for when we crash-landed on I-10. The woman in front of me became so worried that she loudly demonstrated the air sickness bag. One of the passengers, who I'd already pegged for a jerk while we were at the gate based on his loud and arrogant behavior started berating one of the flight attendants and demanding to see the pilot. I started to wonder what it would be like when the plane disassembled in mid-air and i was hurtling to the ground strapped to my row of seats -- i figured i'd try and cheer everybody up on our long plummet to the earth and i started thinking of jokes to tell. after all, the wings snapping off and the fusalage breaking in half was much more likely than a crash landing on the highway. but wait -- what if we crashed in the desert, like Flight of the Phoenix? I started trying to hoard water in my carry on.
Well, eventually we made it back to houston where some guys stuck a stick in the gas tank on the wing of the plane and determined that it was full up to the top and the problem was a stuck gauge, so they replaced the gauge and i made it home late last night.
and here's glen canyon dam outside of lake powell!
aphoto is like iphoto but better
Well, eventually we made it back to houston where some guys stuck a stick in the gas tank on the wing of the plane and determined that it was full up to the top and the problem was a stuck gauge, so they replaced the gauge and i made it home late last night.
and here's glen canyon dam outside of lake powell!
aphoto is like iphoto but better
