Flying over Detroit on an odd-legged flight from Newark, NJ to Norfolk, VA. Logic would tell me Detroit isn't on the way. But, logic is thrown out the window with airlines. I suppose we should be grateful that they don't defenestrate us instead of bothering to land.

"Here's your destination! Got your parachute?"

On a side note, I'm always happy to use the word 'defenestrate' in the context of a sentence. It's right up there with 'brouhaha' and 'kerfuffle' for me, but not as easy to fit into the conversation.