And I’m not suprised. This flight is late 99% of the time.
So I walked down the terminal. This terminal is also the international terminal. Being that – I knew there had to be a McDonald’s somewhere. How else do we welcome people to America anyway? 😀 While in line, I talked to a guy from France who had his flight to Paris delayed 3 hours. So what am I complaining about? 😀
So – I’m parked on the floor near a power outlet. Chargin’ and Postin’!
To top it all off, my wife called me, and demanded a divorce over the phone because I didn’t invite her to stay at my parent’s house.