…of the Abyss, aka Chicago O’Hare.
Been here since yesterday, and will probably be here all day. You wonder why all the airlines are filing for bankruptcy these days. Well, maybe you don’t. How miserable… And–
No, no, no, the lady was calling my name for standby but it’s a false alarm. I’m the last standby dope left in the terminal for that flight. No guarantee I’ll be first on the list for the next one, though, because “preferred executive” class can bump the rest of us regular slobs.
At this point it’s time to assume a philosophical approach to the air travel gauntlet. I’ll arrive when I will. The airline already has their money, so I’m at their mercy. Getting angry will avail me naught.