A bulb exploded when I turned on the light on in the Chinese guy's room. It's a fresh air approach to motels. And it must be funny watching Thong & me run around the snowy halls and stairways.
When I called United this moring to attempt discovering the fresh horrors in store for today, they seemed unaware of the 747 parked at the Anchorage Ted Stevens airport. She quickly informed me that they couldn't help me get from Anchorage to Hong Kong. Prescient?
The airline has been counting heads for half an hour before they came looking to the row for the man in the wheelchair -- the one that's in the hospital, who caused the medical emergency. Now we're waiting for custom forms, then wing de-icing. We've pretty much lost the Cathay Pacific flight.