Jenn and I were on vacation last week. We got back home last night at 2330, approximately 2 hours late.

This is all Tom’s fault.

We briefly stopped by Tom and Steph’s house because they happened to be near the airport and we had not seen them for a while. Tom asked whether we’d been experiencing any flight delays recently during our travels. I responded no, we hadn’t really, and any delays that were hitting us weren’t really important because we’ve been taking direct flights.

At the time, I thought to myself, “Oh great. Tom said the “d” word, and we’re about due for our share of airport congestion after all the easy traveling we’ve had.” I remonstrated myself for that because, like saying “shutout” during a game, it’s all superstition with no effect on life (or the game), and our odds of experiencing delays don’t change because we’ve had a lucky streak. Dice have no memory.

It’s still Tom’s fault, though.

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3 Responses to Superstitions

  1. Mebbie says:

    At least you didn’t have to talk your way through security at Reagan National with an invalid boarding pass.

  2. Tom says:

    Doh, sorry about that guys. What was the delay for? I’m assuming it had to be on the Atlanta end because Manchester appeared fine. Just think of how bad the delay would have been out of Logan.

  3. Bill says:

    It was all weather. We had a ground hold from Atlanta Air Traffic Control in Manchester, then we spent 30 minutes circling over Tennessee on the approach. Joy and exultations…

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