Were you able to fix it?" someone asks. My head snaps to the right. A man in a fur hat and red ski parka pauses before answering. That's it, I think. There's some mechanical problem with the plane. My mind races ahead, spinning out of control. I hate 737s. They have bad rudders, right? Maybe there's another flight home. Or even better, I could take the train...
Fur hat finally answers, "Yup. Just the wheel," as he points to his carry-on suitcase.
Classic. My mind had leaped in the space of a nanosecond from a waiting room in Logan Airport to...
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