Stranded in Montreal

Wow, my life is more exciting than I thought.

You know what I've always wanted to do? Board a plane destined for London at 9:30, when it was scheduled to leave at 7:30, sit for two and a half hours in my seat, then be told to exit the plane because the flight was canceled, queue for an hour while you and everyone else on the plane goes through customs (again), and then queue for another hour in order to arrange a new flight and get a hotel voucher.

No, this isn't something I really wanted to do, but I did experience it yesterday. We never did find out what the problem was concerning the first delay of that flight, but engine problems kept us from leaving altogether. And trust me -- only in Canada will you hear the pilot come on over the loudspeaker to announce that the technicians were currently consulting a user's manual in an attempt to discover what was causing said engine problem, all while a frantic male flight attendant dashed up and down the aisles with a single bottle of water and a stack of plastic cups, as a small glass of lukewarm water is apparently the best way to appease a plane full of tired and frustrated passengers.

So here I am in Montreal, when I'm supposed to be in London, waiting to board an airplane at 11:15 (which will put me in London late tonight, something that isn't bothering me too much seeing as how I'm thankful that the gave me a new flight altogether).

And I got to watch The Lovely Bones . Not many people can say that they've boarded an airplane, sat down and watched an entire movie for free, and then proceeded to exit the plane and be put up for free in a very posh hotel in Montreal.

I can. I guess there are "up" sides to almost anything.