Flying into or out of the Northeast during winter is always a dicey proposition and we spun the wheel again recently with myself on one flight, our director Peter Cumbo on another, and 4 crew members on another flight – all on an early morning in Buffalo when it was below zero degrees. Below zero degrees is really not good for planes.
I got a text as I was waiting for my flight to board from Nikki saying their plane was “frozen.” They were delayed, and this was an omen for the rest us us flying out a little later than them. My plane was de-iced twice, once again completely after the pilot in the next frozen plane over radioed our pilot that “they missed a spot” (I guess that’s a good thing.)
Apparently, Heisenberg was on our flight, unbeknownst to me, and he was not happy about having to deplane. So we waited, and had to board a different plane just in time for me to miss my connection in NYC, and have an adequate salmon dinner at the Radisson where I slept that night.
To make a long painful story a little shorter, WE had to book a new flight (thanks, Delta) so I could get into Scottsdale in time to prep for our 2 shoot days and was greeted with a nice Arizona sunset and a delicious tea based beverage, courtesy of JR Kraus.