So, I’m sitting in the Halifax airport, waiting to board Westjet flight 279 to Toronto, when an announcement comes over the speaker advising of a potential delay due to thunder storms in Toronto.
Boo, right? But anyways, it’s like no time later that the captain of this flight, of my flight, comes out to the boarding desk, and over that same speaker begins singing Stan Rodgers, “Barrett’s Privateers.”
“Oh, the year was 1778,
HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOK NOW!
A letter of marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen,
God damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for American
We’d fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier…”
And dude, this man can fucking sing! What’s he doin’ bein’ a pilot? I felt like I was at the Shamrock on a Wednesday night in St. John’s, Newfoundland.
And so the crowd started clapping to the beat. And a shitty situation, felt a little less shitty. It’s honestly these kinda people that make this universe just a touch brighter.
So, if you’re wondering, following his rendition, the pilot gave us an update. Due to the storms, we’ll be delayed a stint.
And so he says, as his father told him many years ago, it’s better to be on the ground wishing you were in the air, rather than in the air wishing you were on the ground.
And so, what am I doing, you might ask? Well, I made myself to the nearest bar, and am having a fine glass of Merlot. I’ll leave it to the experts to tell me when I can board that plane.
I mean, I have a three hour layover in Toronto anyway, so what’s the difference?
Making the best out of a not-too bad situation.