294. Airport Camaraderie

Sarah called us to tell us that an okay thing happened to her in a place she least expected: the airport! 

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Sarah:  Hi team. My name is Sarah. I am calling in with my okay thing today, which was actually airport camaraderie. Usually airports are not the place where you find other people that you enjoy talking to or even just being around. I was recently in Burbank airport. Going on a flight to Denver to visit a friend.

I was very excited to see her because I hadn’t seen her in over a year. I was in Burbank airport in California, which is usually the little airport that could. But in this instance, it was not. We all got on the plane to Denver. And as soon as I put my AirPods in to listen to music and opened my book, they told us that we had to get off of the plane because there was something wrong with something called a towing bar.

I still don’t know what that is. So we all get off the plane grumbling. Lots of people have connections that they’re worried about missing. I’m thankfully just going to Denver, so I’m a little less stressed, but still not happy. The airport itself and the airline did not tell us anything about what was going on, whether the flight was delayed, how long it was delayed, or canceled, what was going on.

So people started getting in line and getting information, and that’s when I saw the camaraderie start to begin. I was in the way back of the line, because I was thinking, this flight’s going to get canceled, I’m going to need this. Another one and people in the front of the line who were getting information.

We’re telling people in the back of the line. What was happening? Um, and just giving a lot more information. I was talking to people in line with me just kind of commiserating about the situation. There were some men who were offering to fix the tone bar themselves. Not sure how that might have worked.

Anyway, I get to the front of the line about an hour later and the flight is canceled. My options were to go to LAX, which is 20 miles away, or John Wayne Airport, which was 50 miles away. Um, the John Wayne Airport, Flight was 4 hours sooner than the LAX flight, so they assured me that they would pay for a taxi to get me to John Wayne, and I took that.

So, bringing my bags outside Burbank Airport, go to the taxi stand, and there is another man in front of me who was also supposed to be on that Denver flight. This flight out of wasn’t until 11 PM and he graciously offered me the 1st taxi that came. I wished him well on his journey and then eventually made it to Denver 7 hours later.

And I don’t think it would have been nearly as. Doable or less stressful without everybody there who was with me, and I.