Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Living in Los Angeles, I prefer to fly out of the much closer Burbank airport if possible, but it’s a small airport. When I recently flew to Boston, I chose to fly out of the bigger LAX, which is twenty-two miles from my house.

I got there for my 8:30 AM flight with hours to spare, and went through security no problem. I had gotten the TSA Pre-check after I bought my tickets, but couldn’t find a way to add that to my reservation, so I just went through regular security. All good. I settled into my gate to wait, and read until the flight got called. We boarded on what was a full flight, and started to taxi. Hallelujah! We were going to get to Boston on time. My B&B had an 8:00 cutoff for hospitality, but I had plenty of time to get to Logan airport, retrieve my luggage, order a rideshare and get there.


We’re taxiing and taxiing and taxiing…and then we stop. And wait. And wait some more.

The captain comes on. They had a problem with the final flight systems check and they couldn’t take off until the situation was resolved. He expected that they would figure it out soon and we would be on our way.

All good. Still plenty of time.

He came on a half hour later to say that they were still working on it.

Another half hour passed, and another announcement from the captain with the same information. I started chatting with the woman in the middle seat, a lovely person who is now a new friend. After an additional half hour, he made the obligatory announcement. All in all, we sat on the tarmac for three hours while they tried to correct the problem.

Then they canceled the flight.

We shuffled out to join the massive queue of folks standing to re-book flights. Just as we had started to resign ourselves to not getting out that day, the line began moving. A guy who had been going to a convention went to find out what was happening and – HURRAH! – the airline was using a plane coming in and was going to turn it into our flight. We all got to keep our seats for that redirected route, if we hadn’t already rebooked. My placement toward the back of the plane meant I hadn’t even gotten close to customer service. I suppose that’s a bit of luck in all this.

That original 8:30 AM departure time became 3:00 PM. That meant getting into Logan Airport after 11:00 PM. I’d already arranged for the B&B to leave my keys.  I felt bad for the mother and son who were going in to Boston to see Paul McCartney that night. They missed the concert—a once in a lifetime experience. All I missed was sleep.

I was nervous for my trip back and held onto the armrest until it got in the air. I am glad the trip home was not an adventure. I hadn’t been on a plane for three years, and the last time my flight in was every bit as chaotic. Maybe it’s me. Haha

I hope that my next trip, hopefully to Italy, will be far less interesting. Fingers crossed!

USA Today Bestselling author Claire Davon has written for most of her life, starting with fan fiction when she was very young. She writes across a wide range of genres. If a story calls to her, she will write it. She currently lives in Los Angeles. Claire’s website is

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1 Response to Planes, Trains and Automobiles

  1. Susan J Berger says:

    What an awful experience! I flew out of LAX last Saturday no problem. The last time I experienced a. Situation like that was in the 1990’s. And it was crazy making. I was a smoker and the fact that they wouldn’t let us deplane while they fixed their problems infuriated me. I am affirming you next trip will be problem free.

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