A couple of weeks ago I was in Sacramento headed to the airport when my mom called. She called to tell me that it was windy in LA and that my flight might be rough. At the time I thought she was just looking for an excuse to call me since we hadn't really talked in a couple of days. (We usually talk frequently, just ask James) After the call I said to my two companions "Mom called to say it's windy in LA and the flights are going to be bumpy, but really she just called to talk to me". Two of us laughed.
About two hours later when I was on the most horrific flight of my life I was thanking my mother for the warning. The flight was all over the place moving 300+ feet in vertical drops as well as jerking from side to side. It seriously felt like I was on a roller coaster. We even took a different route back into Burbank (first time that has every happened on one of my flights). I was completely unnerved but I was under control only because of mom's warning.
The trip back to Phoenix that day was equally rough. After it landed I received a text message that just stated, Thank God for my mom giving us a warning-tell her thank you. That little warning gave us all enough comfort to keep us calm while others were literally screaming on the planes. I called mom and thanked her on our behalf, I will never make fun of her weather warnings again.
Last tid bit-All my subsequent flights into Burbank have been windy and all have followed this new route.
3 comments:
One of the reasons I hate flying, wind.
Kim, that's awful. I haven't had a flight like that in years.
you poor thing! lucky that you had that warning!
I had a similar experience flying today. As I was leaving 'bama, the pilot said, "well, folks, we're going to have a bumpy ride today. Not really a good day to be traveling." Let me tell you how confidence-inspiring that was! If my hubby had been with me, we would've gotten off the plane.
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