We boarded our plane at 8:30, an hour and a half late. A half hour we were finally off to Newark, and I was nearly home. As I was dozing off, the captain’s voice came over the loudspeaker.
“I’m sorry, we’re having some trouble with the equipment. We can’t seem to deice properly, so we’re unable to reach the appropriate altitude. We’ll be turning around back to Detroit.”
Swapping my first class seat in an Avro for a window coach seet on an A319, around 10:45 we were ready to try again. We passed through deicing and were airborne. We arrived in Newark not too much later.
Without the checked luggage, of course. Granted, I’d rather be here, now, at home, than still in Detroit.