My girls and Sam’s girls said they wanted more JORO outings in 2011- the Science Centre, the AGO, Kensington market. We gave them a JORO Field trip to Jamaica. Don’t worry I am not going to show you more beautiful footage of our trip. On the contrary.
While in Jamaica they told us that the next trip they would love would be to NYC.
Be careful what you wish for, girls.
On our way back from Jamaica the pilot made an announcement ” Toronto has closed it’s airport until further notice so we are going to circle it until it opens” He says it with the same insouciance as one would say -circling a store on boxing day before dawn. Then “Of course we will be limited by our fuel as running out of it will cause some anxiety.”
This guy has a way with words.
Then we had to endure an hour of severe turbulence. Some of this turbulence I experienced while trying to pee in the plane’s washroom. My momma told me never to sit on the seat so I was crouching when the turbulence hit. And then, fate worse than death – I was thrown to the seat with my pants down. UGH. Shiver. Dying now would be easy as I was half way there.
Back to the seat where my girls were white with terror as the plane was bumping and dropping several hundred feet at a time. This is where real parenting comes in. I am a little scared but I have to act like it is fun. Roller coaster fun. “Don’t worry girls- look at the experts, if they are nervous then we should be – if they are calm then no worries.” Green faced stewardess walks by like a drunken sailor, unable to balance.oops.
Large Jamaican momma eating spicy patties behind me keeps saying loudly “Praise the Lord”. Guy to my left is cutting his fingernails. Clip, clip, clip. Maybe I am already dead.
Pilot comes on “due to severe weather conditions and an apparent low level of fuel in our engines, we are going to make an emergency landing in JFK”
I am not sure full transparency is required in the pilot passenger relationship.
So we land and de ice, refuel and experience NYC for 3 hours. From the tarmac.
We got home to snow and cold at 2:30 in the morning. Ten hours after boarding. I don’t remember ever being away.
Oh that is too funny
wedging her bottom onto the seat? Seriously. I almost wish that story was mine
Scary! Glad you’re home safe.
I have a funny story about the toilet and turbulence. My mom’s aunt was a career women in the 40s, she was a buyer for a department store. She had to fly to various places to see new lines. One time, she was on a flight and had to use the loo. As she was doing her business the plane dropped like you describe above and the door flew open, exposing her to her male colleagues and all the other passengers. To make matters worse, she had flown up off the seat while going pee (you can just imagine) and then slammed back down, wedging her bottom in the seat and creating a vacuum. She had to be pulled off by the flight attendants.
So, don’t worry about your seat on the seat, it could have been worse.
Oh NO! Poor you!! Wow – I’m just happy you all made it home, safe and sound. Yeesh!!
Maybe you can DRIVE to New York…
Ugh. I once flew through the headwinds of tornadoes, and man, I’ve never felt so close to hurling without needing a bucket. Good for you for keeping it together for your girls!
yes you are right
hey I had to drop back from paradise right?
gah….sorry about the horrible ending. i shall courier over a massive brain squeegee, good for 10 hours. i also think you should go back and look at your own pictures for a while to re-centre yourself! trust me, it works! 🙂