The Trip

My fear of having only a 44 minute layover in Denver, with visions of having to book across this giant sprawl to catch my connection, has been turned on its head.

I stepped off my plane to see that the next flight that was to be leaving at 3:44 is, for some fucked up reason surely, now leaving at 7:50.  There is nothing else on the board like this, all other delays are an hour or less.  Did they lose a plane?

And then it kicked along to 8:06.  It's only now just past six.  This is tough.  If it ends up cancelled there will be madness.  Everyone who was to be on that flight has been lingering here all this time and I make no promises as to how this will all shake out.