February 1, 2011. This was the first day I knew just how amazingly uninspiring the self-centered of the world can be.
I was at O’Hare, ready for my flight to Austin, Texas. A snowstorm was coming, we all knew it was coming. My flight was scheduled for 10AM. I’ll be fine.
Mechanical problems. OK. Flight scheduled for noon. Snowstorm’s tracking to get here by then, but we’re fine.
Mechanical problems part II. Re-scheduled for 2PM. Let the Shittery begin!