Fear

I had a terrifying moment on the plane today. I thought I got onto the wrong plane!

I was on one of the smaller commuter planes and at Denver all the smaller jets have this long hallway that several gates share. There happened to be a gate change for me. My ticket said B65, but was now at B67. B65 was going to Philly.

So I got on my plane and watched as a young Amish couple or siblings got off the plane at 65 and get into my plane. I kinda chuckled. Karma is a bitch.

So we're flying and I realize we were a half hour from our scheduled landing time and there had been no drink service. Hmmm peculiar?

Then drink service started. Why so late? Usually we get the announcement that we ate beginning our descent and that the flight crew will be coming by to pick up trash. Well if I were flying to Philly then we'd be ok on time. I really thought I was on the wrong plane.

I started to run through the situation about how to get home from Philly, but that was all for nothing because we started descending with no announcement. Sheesh, crisis averted.