We could still hear him, but in the event of<\/span> an emergency, the captain would not be able to communicate with the cabin from behind the locked cockpit door. So after only a few minutes, all 40 or so passengers were informed of the problem and allowed to “deplane”.<\/p>\n The regional airline’s staff of three \u2014 one boss, one experienced employee and one apparently<\/span> recent hire (“MUC? Where’s that?” he’d asked me) \u2014 had their hands full dealing with the unexpected. An electrician was not available. Passengers showed up for the next flight, but instead of appropriating<\/span> their (identical) airplane, the staff let them board, giving the remaining seats to the most insistent<\/span> of the original group.<\/p>\n To the 14 of us left behind, the situation looked grim<\/span>. We’d already been at the airport for four hours. The next scheduled flight was three hours away \u2014 too late for most of us to reach any connection to our far-flung<\/span> destinations.<\/p>\n The US Airways terminal at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. Photo: Mike Pilewski<\/p><\/div>\n As the harried<\/span> staff typed away<\/span> at their computers and made arrangements by phone with the associated major carrier<\/span>, US Airways, the passengers began to commiserate<\/span>. “Unbelievable!” they said. “Because of one loose wire<\/span>, the whole plane was grounded<\/span>.” “It’s a half-hour flight. If we were going to crash, we wouldn’t need the captain to tell us.” After a few minutes, we were smiling at each other and laughing about the absurdity of the situation.<\/p>\n The airline staff did apologize to us individually, profusely<\/span> and repeatedly, for altering<\/span> history: the hotel rooms lost, the loved ones<\/span> not met, the Saturday we wouldn’t get back. And I think we did appreciate the attention to safety.<\/p>\n Because the rebooking<\/span> went so slowly, however, taking about 15 minutes per passenger, the first of us were sent to a waiting taxi for the 240-kilometer ride to Phoenix. The others wished us well as we rode off to our unplanned accommodation, paid for by a voucher<\/span>. The airline, which only months earlier had emerged<\/span> from bankruptcy, spent about $150 on each of us.<\/p>\n Later that afternoon in Phoenix, the rest of the \u201cUS Airways 14\u201d began arriving in twos and threes. It was like a reunion<\/span> with old neighbors. We shared more of our stories \u2014 what we’d been doing in Arizona, where we were from, where we were headed<\/span>: the young couple from Alabama in their T-shirts and baseball caps<\/span>; the retirees<\/span> from Virginia; a tiny, white-haired lady from England, whose appearance<\/span> and sense of humor reminded me of Dr. Ruth Westheimer<\/a>.<\/p>\n In those brief<\/span> moments, we shared the bond<\/span> of a common experience. I thought of us as being like the Oceanic Six<\/a> from the TV series Lost<\/i>: individuals brought together by unseen forces, helping each other to make a situation less unbearable<\/span>.<\/p>\n Similar moments occur during the inevitable<\/span> delays<\/span> with Deutsche Bahn<\/a>. In Germany, it usually takes<\/span> a major inconvenience<\/span> for strangers<\/span> to start talking to each other, and I’m usually the one to initiate it with a funny remark or words of sympathy. 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<\/a>One loose wire<\/h2>\n
Like old neighbors<\/h2>\n