Sometimes…your flight will get canceled. If you fly enough, it’s gonna happen – just be prepared and roll with it. Why, you ask?

So you’re not so flustered that you miss out on the temper tantrums happening all around you.

Adam and I are still in Texas, and will be for the night. There’s some bad weather all over the place, and lots of people got stranded. As expected, not everyone took it so well. Even though Adam can’t stand shuttles (and I certainly wouldn’t call myself a fan), we went ahead and took one anyway because it’s free and why not. Amerisuites, here we come!

Right behind us were a couple that doesn’t seem to have the same issues that I have with bickering in a public place. I don’t know…snapping at your hubby on a van shuttle filled to capacity, then whipping around and throwing a long, drawling “well, thank GAWD…” out at the driver when he announces this will be the last stop before heading back to the hotel just seems a bit…unnecessary (however entertaining for me…).

From the pieces of nagging/arguing/emasculating going on behind me, and the subsequent phone call she received from I can only imagine is a daughter (hoping for a quick cursory ‘Happy Mother’s Day!’ call), I could tell that she was “so disgusted she wanted to jump out of the van”, convinced that though she couldn’t see it, there were mysterious flights taking off tonight that she was for some reason not being informed about, and “having none of it” because she had been “traveling for 24 hours”.

Cue the string quartet…

Anyway, we got to the Amerisuites…where a Hampton Inn happened to be looking all warm and cozy right next door.

Adam looked at me.

I looked at Adam.

“What do you think?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay – let’s go.”

Leaving the rest of our new ‘friends’ behind, we tromped on over to that delightfully familiar sign, which we knew wouldn’t offer a “distressed passenger rate” but would offer everything else a comfortable hotel should. Just as we get up to the counter, the squirrelly husband of the grumpy butt lady came in behind us. I couldn’t resist…“Where you headed?…oh yeah, Houston, huh…and where’d you come in from? Europe! Oh, wow…” Which was partially because I wanted the full story but also because I was hoping he would quit answering the hotel agents questions at the same time Adam did…clearly because he felt this was more efficient, but eerily close to us all sharing a room together. Very, very bizarre.

After warning the agent that the guy’s wife is in a serious snit, we headed to our room where we are now all settled in to get some rest before heading east to Atlanta, then back west to land in Santa Ana and head over to the office.

Man, it feels good to have a sense of humor.