This past weekend, I flew to DC to see friends of mine. Although the snow began to fall in Boston, the first snow I’d seen of the season, the flight was relatively normal. The pilot cautioned us ahead of time to expect “tolerable turbulence.” As far as the weather was concerned, he was right.
As we neared the air space of BWI, however, the plane kicked into gear, to our surprise. The unusual noise was slightly unnerving, but following a few sideward glances we all returned to our books, laptops or slumbers. In an effort to keep passengers apprised of the minutiae of details, the pilot came on the air five minutes later to let us what happened. Apparently, a Delta flight had unexpectedly shown up in our airspace and then slammed on their brakes. (We got cut off.) Hey, they love to fly-and it shows…
How exactly does one get cut off at 30,000 feet? And is really necessary to be told your plane nearly kissed Delta’s ass.
The pilot concluded by saying, “Sorry about the other guy.”
So, uh…what did “the other guy” tell his passengers?