Andrew’s been doing a lot of work in Milan lately. He usually spends one or two days a week flying in and back.
For whatever reason, Milan doesn’t like Andrew… or perhaps she likes him so much she wants to keep him. To that I say ‘Damn it bitch, give my hubby back!’
Andrew flew in to Milan on Thursday morning. He was supposed to be back that evening. Milan had other plans. It began to snow.
Now, round about the same time that people were spreading rumors that Canada is blanketed in snow year round and Canadians all live in Igloos and eat whale blubber, someone was also spreading a rumor about Italy. Italy is warm and sunny with billowing palm trees and olive groves and golden beaches. FYI – Canada is warm in summer and Italy is cold in the winter.
So Andrew spent over four hours in a cab last night trying to get to the airport, only to watch his plane leave without him. What was turning out to be the cabby’s best fare ever, was also turning out to be the longest night of Andrew’s life.
He found a hotel and got a few hours sleep. Then he was up at the crack of dawn and back out into the snow. After another harrowing cab ride he arrived at the airport to find it closed.
And there he remains, waiting in the business lounge for the flights to start running again, with nothing but his computer and the clothes on his back. My poor stranded hubby.
So please think happy snow melting thoughts to get Andrew home tonight, so he can escape his nemesis – Milan.
UPDATE: As of 4pm local time, Andrew was back at the Crowne Plaza. His flight and all others were cancelled. The snow continues. He is booked on a flight tomorrow but has little hope of it leaving. He believes he will be stranded in Milan until Sunday… with only a sport coat to protect him from the snow, nothing to read and no clean clothes. He has however, made a friend from Lyon, who is also trying to get home.