Flying High?

The first time I could see there was going to be a problem, was when the video map told us Chicago was 100 miles away. After a 3,000 mile flight this wasn't that it was a problem in itself, just that minutes earlier it had said 45 miles.
Then the little red plane that marked our journey started turning round. I suppose it proves those videos are real, at least. I always thought they just ran them like a movie.
"I'm sorry, but we are having a little problem with the weather in Chicago," the pilot clicked on. "There is tin mayels of storm so we yare diverting. We won't have enerf fuewel to get back, so we're landing at Milwaukee, refuelling and we'll be on our way. We'll update you as soon as we hear anythang. Thank you for yeur patience."
"That's typical," I said to Grumpy. "Just like a man not to top up the tank before setting off."
I expected little gas stations to pop up onto the video screen so the pilot could see the nearest place to refuel.
So after our 7hr and 40 mins flight, which ironically for most of the journey was an hour ahead of time, we landed. Of course we weren't allowed off the plane, but having been to Milkwaukee before, I can assure you I no wish to do so.
Nearby, a stewardess settled down with a book the size of War and Peace.
"For your entertainment, we will switch our movies and TV back on," came a voice over the intercom. "You can watch anything you may have er..have missed on the flight."
Great, just what you need. Even more time to watch films you've no interest in and re-runs of old re-runs.
Down the aisle there was a tiny kerfuffle going on.
"Can someone explain to this lady we aren't in Chicago?" the stewardess was asking an Indian passenger to explain to a fellow country woman who didn't speak English.
Elsewhere helpful passengers busied themselves explaining why one of the toilets was out of action because someone had been sick in it six hours earlier.
The pilot was back, not that he had actually gone anywhere, unless it was to buy cigarettes at the filling station.
"You mey hev noticed that the planes either side of us are being refuelled and not us," he explained. "Do not worry. They hev a different kind of fuewel. We'll be ready soon."
Guess they were on unleaded while we were on diesel or something.
Anyhow, after a mere one and half hours we were off again on one of the strangest flight of my life. We drove up the runway, rose into the skies, then began our descent immediately into Chicago, which is only a couple of hours drive away by road.
I know O'Hare closes at the drop of a hat, but I had hoped with the snow gone we wouldn't have had any problems. Chicago may be our kind of town, but not so sure about the airport....