I’m interested in hearing a few “yarns” about Prince Rupert. You know, the kinds of stories that are fun to tell while sipping a few beers with your friends around a campfire or in a bar somewhere.
Here’s one example. It’s not entirely a Prince Rupert story, because it involves another town, but it should give you an idea. This happened to me about 10-15 years ago when I was working at the seaplane base in Seal Cove. Our dispatcher/cashier got a call from some guy in one of the villages (I think it was Port Simpson) who had ordered a bucket of KFC chicken and a flat of beer. It was coming by taxi, and we were asked to pay the cab driver for it and put it on a plane as cargo, which was a common practice back then. The person on the other end would pay for everything there.
So the stuff arrives at the terminal, and I’m getting ready to load it on the plane when we get another call from the guy. He said that it turns out he doesn’t have enough money to pay for everything, and we’re not to put the stuff on the plane. Great. So now we’re left holding the bag (or should I say bucket), so to speak.
About 20 minutes later, the plane takes off, which also happens to be the last scheduled flight of the evening. Just as the plane’s out in the cove and getting up speed. we get another call from the guy, saying that he’s going to pay for everything with his credit card, and to put the chicken and beer on the plane.
Of course, when we tell him that the last plane’s already taken off, he’s not too happy. But I guess he really wanted that chicken and beer, because he then asks to charter a plane to take it out to him. I don’t remember exactly how much a charter to Port Simpson cost, but I know it’s not cheap.
All that trouble for a bucket of chicken and a flat of beer?
Only in Prince Rupert!