…has been overshadowed by yet another delay in my travelling life time. I do not know what I can do to have a decent flight, either way – here or there, going or coming. Getting here was for the most part pretty good. Going home, not so much.
As I was saying goodbye to Amanda and Kevin, I felt my eyes tearing up. I saw it in his eyes too, and the last thing I wanted to do was to make him feel worse. So I made some stupid comment about how I hated telephone solicitors (one was calling as we were saying our goodbyes) and then it was ok. I walked into the terminal with tears in my eyes, trying to find the Allegiant counter. I found it (this is a small airport here in Allentown) and I knew the flight was delayed. According to the app on my phone, it was to be a ten-minute delay. If that was only the case. The plane at that time had not yet even left Florida, which meant we were looking at a long delay. Oh joy.
So I tried to make the best of it, and got to the gate. Called Kevin and joked on the phone about how I must have the worst luck of most travelers we know. I suddenly didn’t feel like crying anymore, which was a good thing. It did make me feel happy that my boy offered to come back to pick me up when and if my flight got cancelled (which we all know could happen).
I continued to make the best of things, if I could – I came to the PA Pub here at the airport, and met up with my girl – Stella. That’s Stella Artois. Love her.