My dear wife Karen’s flight with friend Georgia to Florida was delayed, she told me in a text.
There was a problem with an overhead bin, they and the other passengers had been told, and they could not pull down the runway until a maintenance worker took care of the situation. The hatch couldn’t flap around like that.
She pictured big tools making sure the door closed tightly.
It wasn’t even duct tape, I pointed out in my return text.
“Funny bad,” is how my wife explained that leg of the trip.