My folks should be in Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic tonight. I have a cousin getting married there and they’re on their way for the wedding.
Of course nothing ever goes as smoothly as it should. The flight from Miami to Puerto Plata was canceled. I checked. It has run without fail for the last 61 days… OK, the last 60.
The pilot walked out of the cockpit and said, “I’m not flying this plane!” My dad says that’s a quote.
I have a rule. When the pilot doesn’t want to fly, you shouldn’t fly.
American says they’re on the same flight tomorrow. They have tickets and boarding passes. My dad wonders how they’re going to fit two days worth of passengers on one plane?
It’s possible this story isn’t over.
Oh – my folks are traveling with the parents of the groom. That plane had better take off!