Flying sometimes really sucks... flight home from Dallas last night was delayed, then delayed again, then cancelled at 10:30. Shit.
Call hotel #1 and they're booked.
Call hotel #2 and they're booked.
Call hotel #3 and find a room, get a shuttle to the hotel, can't fall asleep, finally fall asleep for a short nap & my alarm is going off.
Up early to catch the first flight out, check the gate & terminal info, go through security, get to gate, and within 10 minutes there's a gate & terminal change. Hustle over in time and make the flight to Chicago.
Get to the connecting flight gate in time to grab a coffee. Flight is on time.
Board plane and it gets delayed.
Everybody surrounding me is coughing and sneezing and snotty and hacking up lungs. Great. Wait some more then we get de-iced and finally take off.
So what's good about that?
I'm finally home and I get to take my little girl to the Daddy Daughter dance tonight. That's what's good.
