Waiting At The Gate

While we were inside the terminal yesterday waiting for the weather across the country to clear, our Jet Blue jet sat just outside the door.
We read books, worked puzzles, stared into space, dozed, engaged in pointless conversations with people we'd never seen before and generally hoped we'd never see again, checked e mail, listened to music or books on various mp3 devices and engaged in the numerous other activities people stranded at airports or at train or bus stations do in such situations. Occasionally our pilot came into our area to assure or answer questions.
I'm imagining that the wait was just as tedious for our plane as it was for us.
After all, who wants to get all cleaned and gassed up only to be left out in the cold for hours.
I still hate to fly and still love Jet Blue.