U.S. Airways gave me a good scare when, just after the flight attendant had closed up our little regional jet’s door and sealed it, a mechanic demanded to be let in, holding a piece of paper, asking to see the pilot. Turns out some electrical part had gone wacky and it was going to require tests before we could get in the air. We sat for an hour, waiting on said tests, enjoying delicious free beverages and tiny biscotti that U.S. Airways normally charges $2 apiece for. Finally it was determined that the part needed to be replaced, so they shuttled us back into the airport to wait for the next flight to Nashville. Three hours later.
I love traveling but I can do without death-defying flying.