The arrival of a friend
- Dec 2, 2014
- 1 min read
I had long been awaiting the arrival of my accomplice in crime – Ludvig. I was supposed to pick him up in the middle of the night at the airport, but a couple of hours before I left I received a phone call where he told me that he had flown to Canada. This was a little peculiar, because he was supposed to fly through the US, not Canada. It turns out that his flight had run out of gas and had to land, and that the flight later slid off the runway and was massively delayed. The very same night I was supposed to pick up Ludvig, but did not, I read a funny essay written by David Sedaris describing delays at airports. A part of the description was spot on for the event:
“It was one of those headaches that befall every airline passenger. A flight is delayed because of thunderstorms or backed-up by traffic – or maybe it’s cancelled all together. Maybe you board two hours late, or maybe you board on time and spend the next two hours sitting on the runway. When it happens to you it’s a national tragedy – Why aren’t the papers reporting this? you wonder. “
The Swedish news reported on the event, so I guess Ludvig had the right to be upset when he arrived – it was indeed a national tragedy as the headlines wrote: Swedes caught in Canada – were fed pizza. http://www.aftonbladet.se/nyheter/article19950554.ab
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