Flying home from a family trip to newfoundland.
I'm cursed when I fly. I fucking hate flying. Last time I flew home to newfoundland it took two attempts, because the first time the plane couldn't land due to high winds and had to fly back to halifax, then I had to get on another plane a day later. Secondly, this is the last time I flew air canada since 2001 - when a flight I was on was overbooked, nobody volunteered, they started picking names and I was the first name called. And I've had a few other similar experiences. Like 75% of the time I'm flying, something gets fucked up.
So back on Friday, I show up at the airport and they say at the gate, "We might not land because there's lotsa fog, but we're gonna try anyway, and we might circle back to halifax if we can't land"... I joke with the group of people I'm sitting in the departure lounge with, "shit, that happened last time I tried to fly home, I'm fuckin' cursed aren't I"
So, plane takes off and we're climbing. 5 minutes later... "This is your pilot speaking, we've got an indicator light on for the cargo bay door, so we can't pressurize, so we gotta land in halifax again. We'll get that figured out and get back in the air, sorry"
5 minutes after that... "yeah this is your pilot again, we're over our weight for landing, we gotta circle for an hour and a bit and burn off fuel before we can land"
And after that... "Yeah we're circling the airport and we're in the way and the control tower told us to get out of the way, so we're gonna go on a tour!"... and they fly us out over peggy's cove and oak island and whatever, then back to circle again and finally land.
They work on the plane for a while, then decide to kick us off the plane because the pilots are gonna be over their hours or whatever other bullshit and they gotta find new pilots. Finally they get pilots, they get us back on the plane, they're still working on the plane and they get it fixed. Except by now the ground crew has fucked off, and they gotta find another ground crew. They finally get all that arranged, and we depart again. We were supposed to land around 6-7PM, landed at 1AM. The whole plane broke into applause when we finally fuckin' landed. Throughout the whole ordeal, me joking that I'm cursed spread around, and everyone's joking blaming me for everything.
We're walking back through the gate in St. John's, and there's a crowd of tired people who have been waiting forever for our plane to arrive so they can depart to wherever on the plane. One of the other people points at me and says "IT'S HIS FAULT, HE'S CURSED"
Here waiting for the return flight. Wonder what's gonna happen this time?