The Aer Lingus aircraft … couldn’t … so we’re on a Privilege aircraft instead. Still the same flight number, but very different accents.
(not entirely sure where they’re from; Spain, maybe?)
You may now revel in the pun in this post title.
Revel, I Say!
~~~ Time Passes ~~~ Lightning Crashes ~~~
Given my limited understanding of how airlines work, I’m not sure how Aer Lingus managed to find another plane of the same layout, so that seat assignments still worked, but somehow they did. I’m also not sure how another airline had a plane they could divert onto someone else’s schedule, but they did that too.
This, I think, goes a long way toward explaining the “We Were Not Prepared For This!” vibe. They’re doing their best here, and I’m assuming that supplies were shuffled between aircraft at the last minute, because the reaction to the in-flight meal (Beef Stroganoff) was probably not supposed to be “Mmmmm, tepid”.
There are a few Aer Lingus folks on board, somewhere up the front, but the cabin & flight crew are from Privilege.
They’re playing a Kevin Costner movie about oval-ball football on repeat; Didn’t catch the name of said film.
Kind of regretting having to delete the BBC iPlayer app, with it’s wonderful download capacity, in order to make space on this phone for more immediately useful things. On the plus side, I can delete the Aer Lingus app, as it’s, in my view, useless; Airport WiFi is never a given, and is not to be relied upon, so why the hell would you make an app which allegedly stores your trip information, then make it dependent on an internet connection to function?
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Yep, the movie is to do with the NFL Draft & the Cleveland Browns.
Sound through the aircraft system is awful, so I’m guessing on the plot. Then again, it’s just started for the third time, so I’m getting a number of chances.
It does do some interesting things to make phone conversations & simultaneous events interesting.
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And the movie has passed (four times, and I missed the title every time) ,
I have landed, at last,
And eventually got to my bag after seing it sail merrily by on the conveyer, utterly inaccessible because of all of the folks standing four-deep around it.
Got to my hotel eventually; Finding the Bus & Shuttle Zone isn’t the shortest of processes, but it happened, and I got here, and the nice people thanked me profusely for being a Hilton Honors Reward Scheme Dooberry Member (I feel a bit odd about that; The membership was free, and all I’ve done is cross-compare between all of the other hotel reward schemes when looking for a place, to see who had the best deal. Adds up over time, I guess) , told me where my room was, and gave me a cookie.
Let’s end with the cookie.
