UPDATE
The mood here at Miami International Airport Substitute is getting very, very ugly. People have gathered around the very few employees of the airline (code name "US Snairways") and are making angry statements about the fact that nobody seems to have a plan. The pilot of the broken plane is saying "You SHOULD complain! I WANT you to complain! Maybe then things will improve!"
But I don't think they will improve today.
UPDATE: OK, I am theoretically on a new flight. We shall see. But what I don't get is why, when there's a problem like this, they don't tell us what's going on. Like, you know, get on the p.a. system and tell us where we should line up, what flights are available, stuff like that. Because the way it works now is, we all stand like cattle in these reeeeeeeeeeeallllly long lines, wondering what's happening, and the airline person at the counter has to re-explain everything to everybody, and meanwhile tensions mount and tempers flare and rumors go up and down the lines. ("I hear there's a flight at gate H-12!" "A flight to where?" "I don't know, but I hear it has seats available!" "Should we go there?" "Maybe you should go there and I'll stay in this line." "Moo." "Mooooooooooo." etc.)

Should we mail them some plastic baggies?
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 12:52 PM
RUN DAVE RUN!
I suggest you turn around and go home.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 12:53 PM
You can complain or you can sacrifice a chicken. Both are equally ineffective when dealing with airlines. I suggest drinking heavily.
Posted by: fivver | February 15, 2007 at 12:54 PM
There's yer problem. US Snair is still running its planes on DOS 3.3. And the autopilot on its planes is a blow-up doll, with the air valve located in a very ... inconvenient... place.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 12:56 PM
Count your blessings that you aren't sitting on the plane still! If I were stuck sitting on a plane for 9 hours....OY!
Posted by: Laurie | February 15, 2007 at 12:56 PM
*SNORK* at DPC for the Airplane! reference....
Posted by: Mr. Completely | February 15, 2007 at 12:57 PM
Dave, with all things considered...it could be much worse. You could be stuck for hours on a runway like people in NY yesterday.
BTW, I think I had the same pilot that you did...and likely the same airplane...'cos I've heard that same reboot the plane sequence before on USeless Airways...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 15, 2007 at 12:58 PM
Okay "reboot the plane" does not inspire confidence in flying for me.
Posted by: Beppie | February 15, 2007 at 01:00 PM
Dave, do you have any influential friends in Congress who are familiar with Miami and who might be able to help you out here?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 01:03 PM
atleast you arent on the plane for 8 hours with no food or heat
Posted by: Chaz | February 15, 2007 at 01:03 PM
With virtually no heinzin' ... some of y'all might have a vague (tho passing) interest in my "flight-delay adventures" in Denver yesterday ... posted on ... um ... some other thread ... I fergit which ...
Whut else is new?
(Mine ended with a "mere" eight hours in Denver, one plane switch and rerouting to three different departure gates ... and a 17-hour day ...)
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | February 15, 2007 at 01:04 PM
I find it hard to be sympathetic at the moment. Currently the temperature at my house is 44 degrees - on the INSIDE. BG&E has apparently decided to respond to a huge power outtage by sending all their workers on vacation. I drove around for a while and couldn;t find any trucks.
So enjoy your nice, heated airport line.
Posted by: Bill Cook | February 15, 2007 at 01:06 PM
Go home Dave! Right now§ Walk if you have to -- sounds like you'd get home faster walking than you will to wherever it is you were trying to fly to.
And more bon courage.
Between broken planes, security checks, and ziplock backs, I think it's a good idea that I never, never, never, never ever fly again, no matter how many tranks I can get my hands on.
Posted by: AmerInParis aka An EXTREMEMY FEARFUL FLYER WHO IS NOT REASSURED BY ALL OF THIS | February 15, 2007 at 01:08 PM
*sends Dave a case of Cheez-Its® & beer*
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 01:09 PM
Dave, if you're in the mood for a little revenge go to baggage claim and start crying loudly 'but Fluffy was alive when we left!'
Posted by: fivver | February 15, 2007 at 01:10 PM
*shoots AmerInParis with an elephant tranquilizer dart*
*what the hell, shoots Dave too*
Posted by: Mr. Completely | February 15, 2007 at 01:13 PM
So where is Dave headed? My vote goes to:
A visit to his Tancredo Pumping Station.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 01:14 PM
Have they never heard of duct tape? That's probably all the plane needs....
Posted by: Clark Kent | February 15, 2007 at 01:16 PM
Sorry...
Tancredo Lift Station
#16.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 01:19 PM
Ooohhh!
*adds bubblegum and paperclips to airplane repair kit*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 01:19 PM
This is your pilot ... speaking.....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 01:22 PM
AmerinParie (and Dave, for that matter) - this is what Xanax was made for.
Amer - on a serious note: American Airlines used to have a Fearless Flyer program that was designed to help those of us who really hate to fly. It didn't cure me completely (hence the Xanax), but after I took the course I stopped trying to hold the plane up by gripping the armrests throughout the entire flight. If they still offer it, I highly recommend it.
Posted by: marfie | February 15, 2007 at 01:22 PM
Dave's standing in line? I would have thought that a powerful member of the media such as he would have been whisked to the airlines private club.
Posted by: fivver | February 15, 2007 at 01:24 PM
It does not matter if you are booked on a new flight. Your luggage will still be going to Abu Dhabi. Without you. Unless your destination actually IS Abu Dhabi. In that case, your luggage is headed for Denver.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 01:27 PM
They're just getting their ducks in a row so that they have an excuse when they explain why your luggage is in Kuala Lumpur while you were on a domestic flight.
Posted by: KOW | February 15, 2007 at 01:28 PM
Yes fivver.
Dave, don't they know who you are? You should always carry one of your books that has your photo on the back and then you could just point to it and then to your face and not say a word, and I'm sure the Red Sea (or it's airport equivalent) would part for you! :)
*very pleased with herself for having such a helpful hint*
Posted by: Eleanor | February 15, 2007 at 01:29 PM
*snork* @ fivver.
That's just cold. But then, so's Fluffy. (And Bill. Sorry, Bill.)
Posted by: Clean Hands | February 15, 2007 at 01:31 PM
I was flying out of National Airport in D.C. last week on a similarly named airline. The plane we were supposed to get on was late coming in, and once it landed it was swarmed by police and paramedics.
After an even longer delay the passengers staggered off, followed by an obviously suffering woman who was then propped up in a wheelchair right next to the jet way door with paramedics hooking up IVs. Then the ever thoughtful gate agent – STANDING NEXT TO THE WOMAN – gets on the PA system and announces to the crowd of several hundred that a passenger had experienced some distress during the flight and it would take the maintenance crews a while to clean the plane.
When they finally wheeled the poor lady off she had to cover her face with a blanket to hide her embarrassment.
But at least the plane smelled nice when we finally got aboard.
Moral of the story: Wait to barf until you are in range of the gate agent.
Posted by: slowlayne | February 15, 2007 at 01:32 PM
Dave, have you set up a perimeter yet? Then you can get a visual on the plane!
Posted by: jon | February 15, 2007 at 01:32 PM
I resemble this discussion.
Posted by: David Snair, WA | February 15, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Advice for Dave:
Deep breaths, think of all of the other people who are inconvenienced, and ask yourself "WWJBD?"*
This poster takes no responsibility for any thigh-injuries that result from taking this advice.
(What Would Jack Bauer Do?)
Posted by: jt | February 15, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Slowlayne - or, barf ON the gate agent, if possible.
Posted by: marfie | February 15, 2007 at 01:33 PM
I've actually been in lines where people start mooing, and it spreads like wildfire through the entire queue. Hillarious! (And not just because I started it.)
Posted by: Clean Hands | February 15, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Dave, tell the pilot to install Mac OSX Jaguar...and then you will be right as rain.
dont forget the Tancredo (virus) protection
Posted by: Chaz | February 15, 2007 at 01:36 PM
Chaz, the problem with that is that then, when they need to work on the engines, the cowlings will be locked shut. With a cute little frowny face on them.
Mac OSes make me want to throw things. (Like the Mac, for starters.)
Posted by: Clean Hands | February 15, 2007 at 01:38 PM
Still stuck here in California. Younited claims they can't get me into the Scranton International Airport, Hair Care & Tire Center until tomorrow. (Apologies to Ron White). Two trips to the San Jose airport and re-checking into the hotel twice. And the worst part is that its 70 degrees here and 7 at home with two feet of snow. Wait a minute...that's not the worst part.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 15, 2007 at 01:39 PM
Of course, Every OS Sucks.
Posted by: Clean Hands | February 15, 2007 at 01:41 PM
fivver -- when I found myself standing in line to board a plane with all of the members of the RBRs except Dave (who told me the night before that he was flying to L.A. on another airline), I had a similar thought: OK, Dave's scoring some celebrity treatment. Or maybe trying to use up some flier miles.
(In L.A., the non-Dave RBRs had to wait for Ted to pick them up. I like to think Dave was whisked from LAX to Craig Ferguson's studio in a stretch Hummer.)
Posted by: WriterDude | February 15, 2007 at 01:41 PM
*wakes up*
Did someone say "Airplane!"??????
Dave, I work, um, somewhere. Your pilot, Victor can't get a vector and your co-pilot Clarence can't get clearance. Victor is on line 5 with Hamm and has the Mayo on hold. When he gets off we'll ask him to clean off the windshield since something happened to the guy who was doing it.
Hope you are fending off the flower people!
Posted by: qsman | February 15, 2007 at 01:42 PM
And if you get an inflight meal, DONT EAT THE FISH!
Posted by: qsman | February 15, 2007 at 01:43 PM
qsman - The windshield? What is it?
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 15, 2007 at 01:44 PM
It's a large plate of glass in the front, but that's not important right now
Posted by: qsman | February 15, 2007 at 01:45 PM
qsman - do you speak Jive?
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 01:45 PM
I will be very disturbed on Dave's behalf if their computer is named HAL.
Open the pod bay doors, HAL.
I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
Look Dave, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 01:46 PM
DPC - what can you make out of this??
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 15, 2007 at 01:50 PM
For some reason, this reminds me of Sandra Boyton's song from her great kids' CD, Philadelphia Chickens:
Cows, we're remarkable cows.
And where ever we go, it's a fabulous show,
Oh, you know we are cows.
That's right, we're cows.....
Posted by: marfie | February 15, 2007 at 01:51 PM
well the reason the plane needs to be rebooted is, ofcourse, it windows....
Posted by: Chaz | February 15, 2007 at 01:53 PM
Okay, I had to take a plane to Nashville last week for the Pumper Show, where one finds portable toilets and other sewer-related products for as far as the eye could see.
Just my luck, there were no flight delays whatsoever.
Posted by: marytheblogkidsmom | February 15, 2007 at 01:54 PM
I think the pilot probably encountered the blogbot when he tried to fire up the turbothrusters and couldn't see the stoopid secret code.
OK, boys, let's take some pictures.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 15, 2007 at 01:55 PM
I always mooooooo when we're stuck in a huge crowd and no one knows where the hell they're going...
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:07 PM
This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl...
*puts it on my head*
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 02:09 PM
*Slow-waves to Slowlayne*
A traveler who'd hurled on the Airways
Found out just how brutal were their ways
An agent sans brain
She could barely restrain
From tossing the clown down the stairways
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 02:10 PM
I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 15, 2007 at 02:13 PM
Hmmm someone's seen "Airplane" WAAAAAY too many times.
"Surely, there must be something you can do."
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:18 PM
"Don't call me Shirley."
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 02:20 PM
Don't call me Shirley.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 02:20 PM
You can never see "Airplane" too many times, and please don't call me Shirley.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 02:22 PM
Holy psychic simul, DPC!
(for a minute I was about the curse the bot, thinking it had caused my post to multiplicate or something)
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 02:23 PM
How am I the only one to reference this new act of Squirrel Terrorism?
SQUIRREL GROUNDS JET
Posted by: Guin | February 15, 2007 at 02:26 PM
For NT, DPC, and BVK:
ECHO....Echo....echo....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 02:28 PM
Where did it happen?
Over Macho Grande...
I will never be over Macho Grande
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 02:29 PM
Baron, I agree ;-)
Still one of my favs ..right up there with Young Frankenstein & Blazing Saddles.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:30 PM
Siouxie, do you like movies about gladiators?
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 02:32 PM
I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
I guess the foot's on the other hand now, isn't it?
Posted by: Abby Normal | February 15, 2007 at 02:35 PM
Of the three movies, my favorite line has to be from Blazing Saddles:
As chairman of the welcoming committee, it's a pleasure to present a Laurel and Hardy handshake to our new..... ni##*r.
Politically incorrect, true, but laugh out loud funny.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 02:38 PM
Baron, I DO!
Joey? ever seen a grown man nekkid?
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:44 PM
LOL I love all three!
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:45 PM
There is no such thing Siouxie. In fact I think I will watch it tonight after playing Lost Planet and before CSI.
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | February 15, 2007 at 02:47 PM
"Pardon me, While I whip this out."
(Woman screams and Faints)
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | February 15, 2007 at 02:49 PM
CH ... that's a GREAT video (OS SUX) ... except for the visual quality, of course, but I'm willin' to forgive that ...
Have y'all tried Xanax™ fer that major case of OS envy you've got? (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That's a JOKE! Relax. Deep Breathely ...)
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | February 15, 2007 at 02:51 PM
I say hey sky, s'other say I won say I pray to J I get
the same ol' same ol.
Posted by: qsman | February 15, 2007 at 02:53 PM
*ZZZZZIIIIIIIP*
IT'S TWUE! IT'S TWUE!
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 02:54 PM
No, thanks. Twelve is my limit on schnitzengruben.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 02:58 PM
Oh, baby, you're so talented... and they are so dumb.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:04 PM
I'm suprised no one has been introduced to each other:
Siouxie, meet fivver, fivver this is Siouxe, DPC,DPC this is Siouxie,fivver, and this is Nurse Tammy, Nurse tammy, Siouxie, DPC, fivver, Dave, meet Siouxie, DPC, fivver, Nurse Tammy
*handshaking all around*
Posted by: qsman | February 15, 2007 at 03:04 PM
Traveling on a bus with a bunch of creepy nasty rednecks actually seems sensible right now.
Posted by: Beppie | February 15, 2007 at 03:07 PM
Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:08 PM
And faster.
Posted by: Beppie | February 15, 2007 at 03:08 PM
Wait. Where are you going? I was going to make Espresso.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 03:12 PM
What a nithe guy!
Posted by: marfie | February 15, 2007 at 03:14 PM
Hello, boys .... I missed you!!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 03:15 PM
vuud you guys like some varm milk?
some Ovaltine?
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 03:17 PM
A riot is an ungly thing... undt, I tink, that it is chust about time ve had vun.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2007 at 03:19 PM
Frau Blucher *horses neigh*
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:22 PM
I was on a plane trying to take off from Minneapolis to Memphis when a lightening storm hit. We sat on the tarmac for 1-1/2 hours. Luckily it was a large plane and was not a full flight, so we commandeered seats and took naps.
When we got to Memphis our connecting flight to Pensacola had left. My friend, who is a minister, talked nicely to the ticketing people and got us on a flight and scored vouchers for food and drinks while waiting for the flight. The guy in front of us just yelled at them and got nothing but a flight out the next day.
So we board the flight and half way to Pensacola they announce something is wrong with the plane and we have to turn around. I guess Pensacola did not have parts, but since we were the same distance from each airport, why not just keep going?
end of rant (I think).
Posted by: Roller Gramma | February 15, 2007 at 03:22 PM
Tafetta, darling!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 03:23 PM
What Knockers!
Oooooh. Szank you, Doktor.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:23 PM
*singing* Oh, mystery of life, at last I've found you
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:26 PM
- Igor, would you give me a hand with the bags?
- Certainly, you take the blonde and I'll take the one in the turban.
Posted by: Barøn© vønKlyff® | February 15, 2007 at 03:28 PM
We've got to protect our phony-baloney jobs, Gentlemen. We must do something about this immediately!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 03:30 PM
NO TONGUES!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 03:30 PM
Yes no no no no no no YES
*snicker*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 03:31 PM
No! That's just what they're expecing us to do.....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 03:34 PM
We need a Miracle.
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | February 15, 2007 at 03:40 PM
Igor, would you mind telling me whose brain I did put in?
And you won't be angry?
I will NOT be angry.
Abby someone.
Abby someone. Abby who?
Abby Normal.
Abby Normal?
I'm almost sure that was the name.
Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain into a seven and a half foot long, fifty-four inch wide GORILLA?
[shakes and grabs him]
IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME?
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | February 15, 2007 at 03:41 PM
*SNORKS* to all!
Putting on the Ritz!
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2007 at 03:54 PM
Gotta go now, all. (My car is parked in the white zone). Layta!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2007 at 03:57 PM
insert link here ---> http://www.gocomics.com/citizendog/1998/11/26/
Posted by: Changed to protect the guilty | February 15, 2007 at 04:08 PM
"I didn't get a harrumph out of this guy!"
"Harrumph!!"
"You better watch your ass."
Posted by: Mr. Completely | February 15, 2007 at 04:13 PM
Whut in the Wide World 'a' Sports is a-goin' on here?
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | February 15, 2007 at 04:28 PM