|The waiting room.|
I flew into the hub on December 30, 2016. I called a head of time to see if the airline was flying. They'd had to cancel all flights the day before. They were flying so I headed out. By the time I got there, the weather closed in and everything was on weather hold.
|Ticket Counter in the distance.|
Due to the way things work, you end up arriving early and hanging around till the flights are cancelled for a day. There is a television, internet, and plugs but having to sit there from 7 AM to 4 PM is a pain.
One smart vendor sets up outside the terminal with his lunch cart (pickup with appropriate modifications) and sells food to the patrons of two different airlines. Many people buy his food to take home so they don't have to cook while others inhale it in the terminal.
We'd all line up and get rebooked for the next available flight. Finally on January 2, 2017, the weather cleared enough to send 4 plane loads of people to my village.
Other villages didn't have the weather issues so they could get home. One flight got to within 10 minutes of their destination before having to turn around during weather.
When my name was called for the flight, I almost ran the pilot over in my desire to get home. To clarify the process, they announce the flight, whose on the flight and tells you to meet the pilot at the door. He has a list of people he checks off the names, walks everyone out to the plane and lets us board. It is not fun being stuck there with not much to do and I'm one of those who is afraid to leave in case they start flying.
I thought I'd share a bit of my life out here with you. Have a good day.
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