We end up on a private flight early next morning, as the airfield last night had to cancel all flights back to Manhattan for several hours because of a helicopter pilot crashing on one of the runways. Apparently, someone poisoned the poor pilot with pistachio cake, not realising he had a severe nut allergy and almost killed the man. Bloody helicopter crash due to cake poisoning has to be one of the most farfetched reasons to delay a flight I have ever heard, and it put the airfield out of use overnight.
Well, I suppose it's not as bad as the time I had to fly from Chicago to New York and the pilot died when his lift plunged several floors of the building he was coming from; a freak accident that started a fire and ravaged the whole building. You couldn't make this s**t up. Apparently, eve
