The Planes Don’t Feel Right

The Planes Don’t Feel Right

After the 3rd plane, we were finally in the air headed back to Greenville after a long trip. It all started on the return trip from Maine with my grandparents. Our flight was a connection; first to Newark, not to be confused with New York, because this place is just crap compared to New York. I like to call New Jersey where we landed the trash can state because it’s just so dirty. 

Anyway, we got to the plane there at the second airport and everything was normal until it wasn’t. The plane taxied to the runway and off we went right? Completely wrong! We did get off but only about 25 ft on the runway and then we came to a stop. At this time I said to myself, “I thought we were flying not driving”. Two or three seconds later the pilot did that thing where he talks on the intercom or whatever, which- side note- only happens when something bad has happened. So yes something bad happened, but not the worse that could. He informed us that the plane “didn’t quite feel right.” What that means, well that’s what I was wondering myself. So we taxied back to the gate and had to start all the way over. 

It was probably a bit more than an hour before we boarded the next plane- now afraid to even fly any more. So the plane did its thing once again and we got to the runway to fly away, and the same thing happened again- I kid you not -the pilot was on the intercom again saying “the plane just doesn’t feel right.” I can remember that voice and that moment so vividly, like the voice of my best friend. This is just something you will never forget. It is etched in your brain forever and there is nothing you can do it stop, not anything.  

Eventually, after lots of fun, we are taken back to where we started at the beginning of my story. We finally get on another plane and taxied to the runway once more. This time we actually take off! We are flying at last and the pilot is not giving us his famous “something doesn’t feel right” speech. We headed to GSP, the airport in Greenville, which is pretty small compared to the ones we had been in all day. GSP being small it closes early, I believe around 11 or so. Anyway, we arrived alive, to say the least, and with a bit of excitement about our journey. The funny thing is that when we arrived at the airport it was one or two in the morning so we were literally the only ones there and it was amazing how quiet it was.