Got on the plane today. Kissed the lovely Ms. Mungowitz, hugged the younger younger Munger at the airport.
Arrived in Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson Immovable Airport.
I have a middle seat, on a 767, can't change it. Plane is packed.
10 mins after pushback time, the pilot comes on. Announces we have to get off.
"There is a SUBSTANTIAL fuel leak...." (His emphasis).
We got off, rather spiritedly.
Now, after losing fuel, they are blowing smoke. "We'll get ANOTHER 767 for you, right away." Like they have a bunch of them, lined up like at the Hertz lot.
NEWWS FLASH: They claim to be boarding. Perhaps I'll still get out today. I'd much rather be lost in Germany than spend the night in some horrible Hotlanta airport hotel.