It seems that I do nothing but rant here lately... A new reader might conceivably be led to believe that I'm a bitter person, whereas I actually just have a very dry sense of humor. But I digress...
The plan was for me to be somewhere over the midwest right now, two thirds of the way to Detroit. Instead, I'm sitting here on my couch waiting for Northwest to find an airplane (or a chariot, a rickshaw, or really anything -- I'm not picky!) to get me (and 179 of my closest friends) to Detroit. Scheduled departure time: 8:15am. Current estimated departure: 6:30pm. Man, I feel bad for the people who didn't check the flight status prior to departure. They are probably serving as pissed off cash cows for the airport concession stands. Huh... Maybe I should go to Costco before heading to the airport and start selling grey market snacks... I'll make a killing!