Emergency Landing In Tucson

I just arrived in South Florida. Thank God! I flew from LAX to FLL this morning at 7am (yes, it was really 6am). About an hour into the flight I heard a flight attendant say to another – do you smell something burning? Like “electrical?” Not the words you want to hear when you are 37,000 feet up. A minute later the pilot announced over the PA that since a few passengers smelled smoke we are going to divert to Tucson just to play it safe. That’s all he said and it was in a calm voice– as if we were driving down the road and got a flat tire. No one panicked. However, the next twenty minutes or so on descent everyone was calm and quiet as the plane made sharp turns. Then out of nowhere my knucklehead seatmate says to me “there goes our on time arrival”. I looked at him like he was an idiot and said – look buddy – all I want to do is arrive. We did and 7 fire trucks greeted our Boeing 757 American Airlines plane. Everything turned out to be fine and American did a great job getting us another 757 to us quickly. The whole ordeal just added 3 extra hours to the day and looking back it was a good experience but one I hope to never have again.