Boston O’ Boston, Where art thou?

It was a either a slight miscommunication, a complete chance of fate or it’s even possible that the gremlins did it. I’m betting on the gremlins. Those little punks canceled my flight from North Carolina to Boston while I was pleasantly enjoying a nap at an altitude of 29,000 feet. I am now enjoying the smell of mop water in an airport restaurant while waiting on a flight to D.C. so I can get to my original destination .

I have done nothing wrong and here I am already 3 hours late to where I’m supposed to be. I should change my name to Jaime (sorry Jaime, couldn’t resist the punch). Oh well….nothing to do but go with the flow.

Anywho, that’s enough of this free airport wi-fi. I’ve got to escape the smell in here.

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