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If they tell you your flight is going to be delayed two hours, then three hours, then three and a half hours …
Just go back home.
OK, so we DID get here eventually. At 11 p.m. Libbie ran all over the airport like a crazed Munchkin, but she slept most of the flight while I had a very nice conversation with the woman in our row.
It wasn’t my top choice for spending a Sunday afternoon, though.
I’m visiting my parents in PA so posting may continue to be sparse, but I’ll be back to normal before too very long!