Mind of Murph
Most of you know that I tend to 'speak what is on my mind' and some times I just ‘think funny things’...but I didn’t have to dream this up...’poop really does happen.’
I had to fly to Kansas City this past Wednesday for a meeting with a new client whose facility is northeast of there. I took Southwest Airline which left Oklahoma City early that morning and flew to Dallas (about 200 miles in the wrong direction) to make a connecting flight. Since I had no checked luggage and my cell phone and notes as my only carry-on, I whizzed through security and arrived at MCI after only about 3-1/2 hours from curb to curb.
I had a ‘great meeting’, but due to my departure at the end of the work day, the only flight back to Oklahoma City connected through Denver…yes that is what I said...Denver. Denver is some 600 miles due west of Kansas City (figure that); you immediately know it is going to take at least 1-1/2 hours longer to get back home than the trip to KC. Sure enough when I arrived in Denver, the connecting flight was delayed by 45 minutes.
As it happens the flight actually got delayed again; the reason there was some problem with the ‘rear’ toilet. Yep, “the pooper” was the problem. Apparently even if you only have 40 people on a plane that normally seats 160, you still must have two working commodes, no matter if it takes you hours of delays and inconvenience for your passengers. The ‘pooper is a priority’ at all costs I guess.
I kept an eye out the window and sure enough here came the ‘pooper patrol’, I guess it is a special group of maintenance personnel dressed in those rubberized hazardous materials suits like they were dealing with nuclear fuel or the Ebola virus. Before long another crew truck showed up, and you could tell these were the ‘poop patrol leaders’; they stood off in the distance as their fearless crew managed this pooper emergency, as though they expected a minor explosion…..finally the hero makes his way out from the 'rear' of the plane….removing the hood from his head with his plunger held high.
Sure enough it wasn't long thereafter that we, the awaiting passengers were allowed to board the plane and head for home. Still, the marvel of this singularly important ‘poop related event’ make me wonder the extremes that crew might have gone to if a plunger hadn’t done the job. But really, do you think at 11:30 pm in Denver, when people are heading home to Oklahoma City (which of course is 12:30 am already), and we almost all will nap most of the trip, that any of us really “gave a poop?”
So don’t forget, just when you think everything is going great, “poop happens”; of course I guess it could just be "Murphy's Law" at work!