I’m not a big fan of flying. I mean, just the fact that everyone says, “Have a safe flight!” makes me think that something not safe might be happening. Because when I go to the grocery store, I’ve never heard anyone say, “Have a safe shopping trip!”
I do realize that the drive to the airport is far more dangerous than the flight but again, no one has every reminded me of where to find the life preservers or oxygen masks in my car.
But despite my flying hesitations, I do fly because I’d rather be anxious on a plane for 2 1/2 hours than miserable in a car for 24.
On Sunday, we flew from Laguardia to Ft. Lauderdale and as the plane took off from New York, a nauseating rubber smell filled the cabin. It burned my throat kind of like the Brazilian Blowout did but without the smooth, sassy hair. Four of my children immediately said, “What’s that smell?” And 3-year-old Chase followed up with, “Is it fire? Is the plane on fire?”
“The plane is not on fire,” I responded. I based this conclusion on the fact that I didn’t see any smoke and the plane wasn’t turning around. But I was starting to think 24 hours in a car wouldn’t be that bad.
Very soon after, the pilot announced that they were aware of the smell but that all indicators showed no problem with the plane. He said, the smell was likely caused by the plane sucking up some of the exhaust fumes from the plane in front of us on the runway. He did not confirm or deny that any flight attendants were getting Brazilian Blowouts in the back.
The smell did go away and the plane continued to Ft. Launderdale.
Then about 20 minutes before the plane landed, the smell came back which pretty much put an end to the pilot’s “exhaust fumes on the runway” theory. The pilot once again acknowledged the smell, said all was okay with the plane but admitted he didn’t know what was causing the problem.
You don’t really ever want to hear that your pilot doesn’t know what the hell is going on. I mean, it’s okay if he’s not up to speed on the Kris and Bruce Jenner split up but you want him to have a handle on aircraft issues.
We landed with no problem. I expected fire trucks to surround the plane on the runway and TV crews to push through the crowds to ask me how it felt to be a survivor – but we all just got off the plane and headed to baggage claim.
I did make Rick call the PR department of this airline to find out what the hell was wrong with the plane and to make sure it was not going back into the sky. I think he was more interested in finding a place to get a sandwich but he made the call.
The plane was headed to maintenance. Still no word on the cause of the problem. Hopefully, it had nothing to do with the weight of the aircraft because of some big family with too many bags.