A misplaced sense of the melodramatic

I'm at Congonhas airport. My flight was cancelled but they are putting me on an earlier flight instead. I texted my parents just to keep them informed. As I pointlessly typed in the flight number I suddenly imagined the text being read out in an ominous voiceover on some TV programme about air disasters. There's something scarily 'precise' about flight numbers.

It was only while talking to the taxi driver on the way over here that I realised Rio is actually pronounced something like Hio. This is a bit of a shock somehow.