Flying into O’Hare years ago, every time we went around in the holding pattern, we went through a lightning storm. I was helping a stewardess (correct word for the era) wrestle a passed-out, pie-eyed drunk military guy into an upright position so she could get his seat belt on. Fun.
Flying into O’Hare years ago, every time we went around in the holding pattern, we went through a lightning storm. I was helping a stewardess (correct word for the era) wrestle a passed-out, pie-eyed drunk military guy into an upright position so she could get his seat belt on. Fun.