If only I could say the flight to NYC was uneventful… We were delayed a couple of hours, but we lucked up with a really great crew. Chances are, this happened because we were in first class, but I’d still like to think that not everyone involved in air transit is a grinch (only TSA).
When we first arrive on our already delayed flight, we hear the yipping of a little dog. The woman across the aisle gestures, shhh, and points to her carry-on bag. We can see the fluffy little face through the mesh of the tote – just barely – and promise to keep the secret. Shortly after everyone is in their seats, one of the crew members personally addresses the cabin and explains further delays. At this point, the dog’s owner asks if there’s any way she’ll be able to get off the plane. When the crew member tells her that she can’t, she explains her situation and asks if she can let the dog out of the bag for air. To my surprise, the crew member gets excited and allows her to do so.
This is when we all meet Lulu the Poodle.
Mom tells Lulu’s owner of her own little Mandy, who recently passed away. In the midst of this conversation, Lulu’s owner offers her puppy for my mother to hold – that was special.
Before I know it, the entire cabin is intrigued by this little dog – grown men are coming up to the seats to pet and hold her. Lulu’s owner is chatting with everyone which is when we find out that she (the owner, not Lulu) is actually the co-owner of Spanx. She’s traveling to meet her mother in New York and she’s always wanted Lulu to experience Central Park, so she’s toted her along.
It’s amazing, we’re delayed for over an hour (and stuck on the tarmac for the majority of the delay!), but I don’t hear a complaint. Lulu has miraculously managed to liven the mood and save the day.
This sounds like a horrible children’s book, but it really happened. And this is why I believe that every Delta aircraft should invest in a SkyDog.
By the time we arrive, it’s raining and dark, which makes NYC drivers that much more horrifying. While we’re getting into the city nearly two hours later than expected, we’re so excited that we’re not even phased by the delay.
I’ve always felt that I’ve got a big city mentality that I’m going to have to get out of my system at some point or another. There’s something about skyscrapers rising up over the skyline that gives me chills. Once I’m in the city, surrounded by those looming buildings, I can feel the electricity in the air. It reminds me just how tiny we all are, but the city itself is just bursting with opportunity and dreams that I’ve yet to even realize. There’s just something magical about New York, and I’m thrilled to be back.