Fortunately, in my adult experience that has not been an issue, save once.
That once was in the middle of a vast uncovered parking lot at Denver International Airport. I had just parked my car in preparation for a departing flight, when I had the awful realization that I was in very serious trouble.
I won’t bore you with the details, of course, but will say that once I got through my initial panic, it took some out of the box thinking coupled with quick action, plus a bit of luck, to sort things out.
It turned out better than I thought possible, given the circumstances. And I made my flight.
A mere hundred feet? Hah!
About twenty years ago the ex and I were on an early morning flight from Denver to Chicago.
We got pushed back and de-iced three times so everybody was already a bit stressed out.
United served bran muffins, bananas,yogurt, orange juice and coffee.
I told my wife not to eat any of it.
Ive flown a lot because of my job and I did not see that turning out well at all.
Sure enough.
People were lined up ten deep to use the head on that plane.
Then we circled Chicago for an hour because of the weather.
It was foul inside of that plane. I couldnt tell if the low growling noise was the flaps or the landing gear or the guy sitting next to me.
The funniest part was when they finally opened the door the crowd were shoving each other out of the plane while doing an ass clenching high speed zombie walk to the bathrooms.
Friggen United