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We got to the airport early because our flight was changed. Instead of going through Chicago, which sits frozen in an ice cube, we got a flight through Dallas-Fort Worth. We got on the plane, all set to go when the pilot came over the horn and said that the fuelers had pumped more fuel than they should have, and now the airplane is 2000 pounds overweight. So we had to be towed to the other side of the airport where fuel truck came to siphon off 2000 pounds of fuel. This took over an hour so we knew we would miss our connecting flight in Dallas. As this process was continuing the pilot made another announcement. He said that the flight crew was about to “time out.” FAA regs require that the flight crews can work no longer than 8 hours at a stretch. So we would have to be towed back to the terminal so that all the passengers could de-plane. We all de-planed and the nice folks of American Airlines had some pretty unhappy people to deal with. They said we would have a special flight at 9 am tomorrow, and that they would put us up at the Snow King hotel tonight. They also gave us meal vouchers for supper tonight and breakfast tomorrow. We were all in 17 degree temperatures standing by a bus that had the name of the Snow King written on it, but it seemed that no one had seen the driver. So we shared a cab with two skiers and arrived at the hotel before the circus began at the shuttle bus. We knew that over a hundred irate passengers were about to compete for nine seats on the bus and we didn’t want to be around for that. So the cab took us to the hotel and when we got out Glenda realized that we had left one of our suitcases at the airport. Quickly we decided that I would stay at the hotel and get us checked in before the madding crowds descended. Glenda would go back to the airport to get the errant suitcase. She sent me a text saying that she was at the airport, had retrieved the suitcase, and was on her way back to the the hotel.Read more