When I left the station and headed for the airport, the sky was a little dark. The Chief Engineer had called to say that a storm was on it’s way in.
All I could think about was making my plane as I was running a little late. (Had I not gone back for a cookie, I would’ve been fine.)
I got to the airport and to my gate 20 minutes before the plane was to take off.
All of a sudden, the skies opened up and I saw the slanted rain. And then?
I could see nothing.
I heard the hail falling on the jetbridge. Based on the sound, I knew it was large hail.
It was right then that I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.
For 10 solid minutes it stormed. The wind was fast, the rain was hard, and the hail was loud. I couldn’t see the plane parked at the gate.
I wish I would’ve taken pictures but there was a gaggle of people at the window all trying to see the same thing…. something.
My cell phone (the third cell phone I’ve had in 3 weeks) started ringing off the hook. People wondering if I’d left, when I was going to leave, and others to fill me in. My GM’s car was lifted off the ground when she was on her way back to the station from dropping me off.
Of course, I’d love to have talked to or answered any text messages sent my way, but I can’t figure out how to work the stupid phone.
And as fast as it came, it left. We left Jackson just 20 minutes late and here I sit in Charlotte starting at the damage in the pictures online. It’s amazing.
It’s unreal.
And I was there when it happened, but was lucky enough to escape.
Boy am I glad to be going home. (for other reasons than just being able to see the New Kids on my DVR)
Until next time…
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