A number of years ago, I flew a plane, Delta flight 837. OK, I didn’t exactly fly it, but I definitely helped.
My daughter and granddaughter were on that flight from Atlanta to Honolulu, a nine-hour, 14-minute flight that, except for bathroom breaks, I tracked on my computer to make sure they got there safely.
At one point, about an hour off the California coast, I noticed that the plane icon on my computer faced east instead of west.