I am in Airport Hell. This is why I go out of my way to avoid the Atlanta airport. It’s chaos. Complete chaos.
I woke in Paris at 6 this morning, took a 10-hour flight into Houston. Was delayed for over an hour in Houston due to bad weather. Finally, I make it to Atlanta only to find out that they have cancelled my final flight entirely. Next one isn’t until tomorrow. I’ll be damned if I stay in this city for much longer! So I re-scheduled to Charlotte, NC (which I wanted to go thru in the first place, but I didn’t book my tickets) only no flights are leaving until at least 11 pm tonight. Count all those hours, including the 6-hour difference in time and… SHIT.
Why am I still functioning?
Luckily my father–bless his heart–is making a two-hour drive to Charlotte at midnight to come get me. It’s moments like these that remind me that he really can come through in a pinch. I’d offered to rent a car and drive, but I think both my parents know how dead tired I am.
As for work tomorrow? Yeah right. I’ll try to go after lunch.
Why am I telling you this? Because I have been trying to update Come Hither and Welcome like I normally do. I wrote most of the next part on my previous flight, but when I will be able to post it, not until tomorrow or the next day. Forgive me!! I will reiterate: I am in Airport Hell. :(
Update: Finally got into Charlotte about 1 am. Of course, they didn’t have my luggage. I knew they wouldn’t; ATL airport just isn’t competent enough.
Regardless, I am going to do a quick post of Part Three. Enjoy. I’m going to bed now!