Real English Twenty Seven: "have one's fair share of ～"

I have had my fair share of flight trouble, but my father's flight from KIX to SFO last Saturday takes the cake.

When he finally arrived in Philly around 1pm on Sunday the 7th, he sent me this email:

"I made it!! I don't know where to start, so I will just start at the beginning.  First of all, as usual, the taxi to the airport was great! Thanks!  That was the highlight of my trip actually!! All down hill from there...My United flight from KIX was delayed an hour and a half, which wasn't so bad because I just had a couple of drinks while waiting.  After departure around 6pm, the flight was real smooth, no turbulence or anything.  As you know, I hate flying, so I was relieved.  But I knew it was too good to be true...

So anyway, just after finishing breakfast, about 1 hour or so before the scheduled arrival time, the pilot came on the loudspeaker and made the following announcement:  

'Ladies and Gentleman. I have some bad news. Due to an accident at SFO, the airport has been shut down indefinitely, and our flight has been diverted to Sacremento Airport.  Please stay calm.  We will have you on the ground in 20 minutes.'

Unbelievable!!!  Just my luck!!  I thought "There goes my easy flight!"

But as they say, `there is no use crying over spilled milk`, so it wasn't easy, but I kept my cool.  Besides, I couldn't afford to break down.

Once on the ground, we had to stay in the plane in Sacremento for about 3 hours.  We couldn't leave the plane because Sacremento  is not an international airport, and that means no Customs nor Immigration.  The plane was refueled on the runway.  I took pictures of fire trucks coming up to the plane.  Wanna see?

Finally, after we got permission to fly again, we flew to LA, and after going through Customs and Immigration, I had to stand in a 4+ hour re-booking line.  Absolutely miserable...  While in line, I noticed that unlike the Japanese who were very patient and quiet, the Americans were loud and obnoxious...

Fortunately I could get a flight that night out of LA to Chicago. I got on standby.  Of course I wanted to fly direct to Philly, like my original ticket, but there weren't any flights til the next day, and they couldn't guarantee me a seat on any of those flights.  So I didn't want to take any chances, and I took what I could get.

After the red eye flight, I arrived in Chicago about 8am, and then hustled and got on the first flight to Philly, which was one flight earlier than I expected, so I finally got home to Elkins Park sometime after 1pm.

I feel fine and am too tired to have jet lag now.

By the way, how is your mother doing? "

Answer:  She is doing great!  While you were going through that ordeal, she was shopping! :)