Why I Don’t Fly Through Chicago

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No offense, Chicago, I’m sure you’re a wonderful city and maybe one day I’ll get to spend some time in you.

But it seems that I have no luck with Chicago and airplanes. Now, to be honest, one issue was predictable. My parents came to visit for Christmas and had to fly from the UK to Raleigh.

I told them not to fly through Chicago. I told them. But it was cheap, so they booked a flight through O’Hare in winter. I hear the groans already. The year was 1999.

Yup.

The second biggest snowstorm in the history of Chicago. They were on the last plane to land. They were stranded for three days.

My personal experience with Chicago is, well, not that dramatic, but both times I’ve flown through (rather than to…no issues when it was my end destination) Chicago were, well, entertaining in a less than fun way.

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Why I Don’t Fly in Dry-Clean Only Clothes

Nope. It wasn’t bodily fluids. While on a flight from DC to Chicago, we hit an air pocket.

At the precise moment the poor flight attendant was pouring my drink.