OK, Not Planned, I'm Stranded In Atlanta

OK, Not Planned, I'm Stranded In Atlanta

That's what I get for getting a bit excited about getting home. The ORIGINAL plan was for me to have my skinny butt on a plane to Columbia, SC at 4 PM.

Well, here I sit in the Atlanta airport and it is 7:30 PM. Shit! I should be home by now.

BUT...

I'm at the Samuel Adams Pub typing on my laptop, waiting for, as Tatu said in Fantasy Island, "de plane, de plane!"

The little aluminum tube has been rescheduled four times now: first to 5:30 PM, then to 6:33 PM, and 7:30 PM, now 9:04 PM. What fun!!

Apparently, Thor, "Thunder God", has decided to saturate the South and South East with boomies and strand multitudes in airports across the South and South East -
"bastard" - (You can say that to gods who aren't really God).

Hopefully, the plane that I am waiting for has left Houston and is on the way to Atlanta, GA. If not, I'm stuck here for the duration. I guess that I'm kind of sick in that I like the delays, I hate not being home, but I like the airport crowd. My heros are the parents - especially the ones with two or more little kids who are stuck here. They all get medals and two nights away from home in the motel of their choice.

WH