The plane stopped mid-taxi and my eyes snapped open. Uh oh. This wasn’t going to be good. A moment later, the pilot’s voice echoed throughout the plane. “Folks, I’ve got some bad news. There’s snow and ice in Denver. They’ve just started a full ground stop. Looks like it’s going to last 4 hours, minimum. We’re going to return to the gate and unload. See our customer-service agents for changes to your itinerary.”
With a click, he was gone and our day was shot. I looked over at my pre-teen daughters. Isabel asked, “So, what does that mean?”
“I’m not sure, but it probably means we’re not getting home today.”