We were supposed to have an easy flight from Richmond to Chicago. Instead we sat on the ground in Richmond longer than the flight was supposed to last. A cascade of fail occurred including the coupler doo-hickey that fuels the plane automagically broke and a guy had to sit on the wing and pump the fuel in…it was like a long trip to Wawa. Then, we were overweight and couldn’t use the long runaway because in typical Richmond fashion the runway was closed for road maintenance. When we finally rode past that section of runway the f*ckers were standing there doing no work. I’m sorry, but if I sit on the tarmac for 2+ hours then I’d better see someone lifting a shovel as I go past. Richmond and their inability to do anything correctly when it comes to road maintenance—road, runway, whatever the FAIL is high in Richmond.
Dinner in Chicago was delicious and we finally go to try Fat Tire Ale. Not spectacular, but something I’d buy to have on hand for hot summer days. Also, finally, tried Grappa. The ale and the grappa are things we never see on the menu in the RIC.
Ugh, I’ve been stuck on the tarmac, in Chicago actually, and it’s the most frustrating thing. Glad you arrived safely.