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I confess to the gods of travel, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have sinned. Sinned in my words and in my thoughts, in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do. What is my sin you ask? Well none other than attempt to travel on business so close to the holiday season. I have offended the travel gods with my hubris, and like Icarus the wings of wax quickly melted away.

…back in Chicago boozing it up with some flight attendants from Air France…

The first clue that something was completely wrong was when the ticket agent at the counter told me that I could take the earlier flight and then I would have lots of time to make my stop over in Chicago. I bought this one hook line and sinker. Not even a question of doubt crossed my mind. As I said “Sure that would be swell!” (or words to that effect) I could hear the faint laughter of the travel gods.

The flight was uneventful, heck we even reached Chicago twenty minutes early. Wow! I was really going to have lots of time to make that connection to Tulsa. Then things started to go wrong… We arrived early and the gate wasn’t ready for us. There was another gate that was going to be ready in a few short minutes so we had to quickly taxi over to another terminal. When we got there, we discovered that the plane in our gate was broken and couldn’t move out of our gate, and ground control couldn’t slot us in anywhere else. So we sat. and we sat, then we sat some more, and just to make certain that we knew the errors of our ways, we sat longer still. For over an hour we waited. The every 10 minute updates from the flight crew on the state of our inertia, coupled with their explanation that nothing could be done about connecting flights was just fuel to the fire.

We finally got off plane number one. I madly dashed through the Chicago airport to where plane number 2 was waiting. The travel gods had allowed me just enough time to get there, get checked in and get a seat - 8C, it was a pretty good one too. To my surprise, no one was seated in 8D. I was going to ride to Tulsa in luxury. Things had to be getting better. I of course, was wrong.

While I made it to Tulsa, my luggage did not. I managed to get my arse to the connecting flight, but apparently my bags and several other trunks were in the airport lounge back in Chicago boozing it up with some flight attendants from Air France. This was unfortunate as some of the equipment that I needed for this business trip was in that bag, including the powersupply for my laptop. So I had to wait for the darn thing to catch up with me today. I was supposed to be in the land of Dorthy today fixing crap so I could be home on Tuesday night. Looks like I get to stay an extra day in Tulsa, drive to Kansas tomorrow, and not get home until Wednesday. At least I’ll make it home for Christmas… Can you hear the travel gods laughing loudly now?