A Little Bit of Sunshine

I've run into some wicked luck flying this year, but yesterday's experience takes the cake. I arrived only to find that my flight home from Chicago was canceled due to rain. Despite the fact that Chicago sees months of snow and even massive blizzards every year, a steady drizzle was enough to throw O'Hare off its game. (Now, if they'd blamed the Cubs, I'd've believed that.) I secured a ticket home this morning, but decided to try my luck flying standby before I shuttled to the hotel. Naturally, while I passed through security, the woman who checked my boarding pass marked it with a curious "P," which might stand for "pester," since I was hauled out of line for special security precautions. At which time the airline discovered a lighter in my pocket that the standard security gate failed to detect—a sign they read as a Plot Against America, rather than incompetence of a kind with canceling all outbound flights to the eastern seaboard at the first sign of April showers. (This post is brought to you by Midway Airport Co.)

But I skated through on that standy flight last night, which was delicious; many passengers didn't make it onto the flight, and Schadenfreude is the best compensation an airline can deliver. Anyway, you know you've got a severe puntuality problem when your friends aren't surprised that your flight returns late. Back in the District now and looking forward to writing about Nova. In the meantime, check in with Icono-Dan, who's back to blogging (and is a helluva nice guy IRL to boot).