I must have jinxed myself: I was telling a friend just earlier this week that out of the 20 or 30 airline flights I've been on, I've never had one canceled. Oops.
My brother Dave and I were supposed to fly to Portland on Southwest this morning around 9 a.m., but the weather subverted our plans. Our flight was initially delayed 30 minutes due to insufficient snow removal equipment at PDX, but things were looking good as we boarded the plane after the short wait.
Unfortunately, things quickly took a turn for the worse. As we settled into our seats, the captain explained that they had three deicer trucks at PDX, and that their last working one had just broken down. To avoid being stuck in Portland, they had to delay our flight until they could find another deicer—which was ironic, since being stuck in Portland was exactly what most of us wanted.
We deboarded the plane and proceeded to wait as quickly as possible. One of my friends who was flying to Portland on Delta at about the same time had her flight delayed three hours, but they gave her a couple of meal vouchers and a big credit toward future travel on Delta, and her flight eventually took off. We weren't so lucky.
Our flight was delayed until noon, and then until 1 p.m. before finally being completely canceled. Even better, Southwest announced that they had canceled all other flights into Portland today. Rescheduling took 45 minutes after being put on hold three separate times. We're flying out Monday morning since there's supposed to be a big ice storm in Portland tomorrow.
Dave's fiancée's parents were really nice to come pick us up from the airport and haul us back to Provo. Now we have two bonus days here, and an opportunity on Monday to get up at 5 a.m. again.