Seans flight from Denver to Minneapolis-Saint Paul was delayed, as if that surprised any of us. Practically every trip he makes to our neck of the woods starts with a telephone call from Denver International Airport that begins, My flights been delayed …
Im never flying anywhere with that boy, My Darling B declared as we were on our way to the airport. Hes an air travel jinx, is what he is.
At least hes not trying to connect through Chicago any longer. An immutable law of physics bends time and space every time hes arrives at the OHare terminal. Last time, his flight was delayed and he arrived some time after midnight. Rather than spend the night at OHare, though, he gave some guy a couple hundred bucks to borrow the guys car and he drove himself up here. Hes resourceful, Ill give him that. Cursed, but resourceful.
Last nights delay wasnt nearly as bad. He finally arrived at about ten-thirty and we whisked him back to Our Humble OBode with no other interfering snafus, so he was safely in bed at a decent hour. Hell have a week to visit with us in which he wont have to worry at all about his next delayed flight until next Tuesday.
Sean’s Curse | 2:55 pm CDTCategory: daily drivel, My Darling B, O'Folks, play, Seanster, travel
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