March 27th, 1990
Flight from LHR – YMX – DTW
Standby started at eight this morning and with the possibility of a maximum call out time of ninety minutes (in which time I’d never make it) I got up early and made my way to TriStar House.
Sandra on the crew desk was all smiles and offered me a room at the hotel so I could be put on QRS (Quick Response Standby, with only 45 mins notice!) It sounded better than hanging around TriStar all day, so I agreed and waited while she answered the phone.
“Change of plans,” she said, hanging up.
“Please tell me somebody just rang in sick for a LA trip.”
“Sorry love, it’s a back-to-back.”
I let out a deep sigh. “How long?”
“Six days total.”
“Oh, ok, guess it could be worse.”
Eleven hours later, with my feet throbbing, I made myself comfortable in the giant hotel bed and rang David.
“Hey, this is a surprise.”
“Is this a good time?”
“Sure, I just got home from work.”
“Me too,” I laughed. “But I’m quite sure my commute was longer than yours.”
“Where are you?”
“Dee troy t.”
He laughed. “What are you doing in Michigan! You’re supposed to be in California!”
“I know, I tried to get there but nobody rings in sick for LA trips.”
“Well, you’re in the right country, you just didn’t fly far enough.”
“How far are you from here?”
“I’d say around three thousand miles or so.”
“That’s mental, I just flew three thousand miles.”
“I know, crazy. Hey, can you do me a favour?”
“Can you call back in like five minutes?”
“I wanna grab a beer and head up to the roof deck. Looks like a spectacular sunset.”
“Sounds lovely,” I said, swinging my legs out of bed. “I’ll ring you back after I make a cup of tea.”
David chuckled. “Another wild night I see.”
“You know it!”
“Call me back and we’ll have a drink watching the sunset together.”
Ah, only another three thousand miles…