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My flight from O'Hare was two hours late because there was something wrong with the plane and they needed to replace a part. I don't fly well at all, so that was not the news I was hoping to hear. Still, I would prefer to be stuck on the ground than in the air on a plane that's not safe.
We arrived at Hartsfield with about 15 minutes before my connecting flight to Key West left. However, I was back in Row 36, so by the time I actually got off the plane, that flight was gone. (Presumably with my luggage.)
I waited around for a spot on another Key West flight, but alas, there were no seats for a lonely little standby like me. So the good people at Delta gave me a hotel voucher and here I am. They also gave me a free nightshirt, toothbrush and paste, and a razor. All this and heaven, too!
Wish I had a river I could skate away on ... Or at least a snow globe to gaze upon. It's not that I'm lonely, per se. I just miss him.
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