Cursed.

Posted on | 3 years, 1 month ago, in the early afternoon | 2 Comments

Oh yeah. THIS is why I come home to Florida so rarely, even though I love it here.

As you may well recall from my previous post, getting to my home state was a real bear. Now it appears that going back to Seattle is going to be a real picnic too.

My original flight was scheduled to leave the Orlando airport around one, then it was pushed back to two thirty, and finally to 4:30 … at which point I managed to weasel my way onto an earlier flight, leaving at 1:40 … only once they got us on the plane, they announced that everything in Atlanta is b0rked all to hell and they won’t let us take off until 4:00. So they deplaned us (a personal first, by the way) and now I’m sitting in the waiting area, for we’ve been told to stick around in case something changes.

In other news, precious little in the way of airline traffic is coming or going from Atlanta due to what appears to be some kind of colossal power problem. There is an excellent chance that my connecting flight — even if I magically manage to catch it — will not be leaving tonight after all. In the event of such an occurrence, then yes, it will mean another night in an airport or hotel; and it will also mean that this one-week visit to Florida was bookended by a grand total of four days of travel that would drive a saint to drink.

I could tell you that I’m taking this all in stride, and that all is zen with the world, but frankly I’m tempted to writhe around on the floor screaming like a toddler. It is literally all I can do to sit here and not punch babies. But my laptop battery is about to die, and outlets around here are as rare as virgins in a biker bar, and twice as popular. So I’d better log off and find some other way to keep myself off the security watchlist.

Category: misc

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2 Responses to “Cursed.”

  1. Rinda
    December 26th, 2008 @ 3:24 pm

    Got a funny to cheer you up. I bought two copies of your Four and Twenty Blackbirds and took one to a dirty santa game at my local RWA chapter party. We fought over three books heavily, one being yours. For some reason, everyone started rubbing the books on their butts–thinking that would keep them from being stolen. Didn’t work.

    This is Gena Showalter rubbing your book on Heather Harper’s butt. ROFL!

    http://twitpic.com/uqye

  2. Michele Lee
    December 26th, 2008 @ 8:08 pm

    Oh no! Perhaps you are earning some later travel good karma. Hope you get home soon.

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