The third time the flight attendants at the Portland airport told us the problem with our plane wasn't fixed yet, but they were sure it would be soon, we were pretty much resigned to the fact we wouldn't be making our connecting flight out of Dallas, Texas bound for Paris, France. Luckily we had extra time in our schedule for just such a problem. So we sat in the airport boarding area, drinking coffee and people watching and every half an hour or so, Mike would go watch out the window to see if he could tell what the airplane mechanics were working on. After one such jaunt he returned to inform me three of them were standing around scratching their heads and one was kicking the tires. I guess working on airplanes isn't that much different than working on tractors except I'm pretty sure they don't use baling wire to fix stuff on a plane.