The plan was to fly out from Sydney to San Francisco today. The plane was fueled, the travelers boarded. The aircraft taxied out to the runway, takeoff speed was reached, and the front wheel may have even left the tarmac.
Then some bloody bird flew straight into engine two, the pilots hit the breaks, and we came to a halt just before tasting the salty brine in Botany Bay.
Fucking wildlife!
Oh well, we can try again tomorrow.
