During the boarding process last night, the pilot promised us northern lights viewing. I assumed it was because this was the Inaugural United Airlines flight from Chicago to Reykjavik. Yay!
Then, as I got settled into my fancy seat, and pictured turning it into a bed, complete with bed linens from Sak’s 5th Avenue, there was an intense conversation nearby. Flight attendants, a maintenance guy, and the pilot.
It seemed there was a problem with the battery. Back and forth. Back and forth. Eventually it was agreed we should all deplane in order for the battery to be exchanged.
It was 10:30pm for a 9:30pm flight. Next came an issue of vouchers to use to find something to eat. People spread out to find something still open as free snacks were running low.
11pm. Jazz was closed.
Wait, Starbucks was open!
Just as we joined the long line, an announcement called us all back as boarding would begin shortly. Whoopee!
Then came the announcement that a pilot was needed as our Captain had timed out. Oh. No.
At midnight, the dreaded announcement. The flight is canceled. The inaugural flight that wasn’t.
No Battery. No Pilot. No flight to Iceland tonight.
Cometsgirl 
Oh No! I hope they got you some dinner and bed at a decent hotel. Is there a flight in the AM?
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Sooo very sorry!!! My mind can think of the beauty you may have missed but will mostly think of the danger you avoided ! Giving thanks for careful decision-makers. Yay!
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