Ain't that a *****:
Well, I made it to Boston last night. It was quite a debacle. I got out of early ('bout 1000), and went to the bank. Then I went home to drop the bomb and wait on my ride to the airport. So I'm sitting there on my throne, enjoying the latest issue of GMHTP, when I hear my phone shaking. An 800 number appeared on the ID and I answered it (I figured at worst, it was a telemarketer and I could tell them I was taking a crap and make them feel uncomfortable...). Instead it was a recording from Delta telling me that my flight from HSV to ATL had been cancelled. They had rescheduled me for one that left out of HSV at like 1800 and got me to Boston at 0015. I'm not going to pain you with the incredibly long story of my phone calls back and forth with Delta, but I ended up on a US Air flight from Huntsville to the Regan National Airport in DC. Changing planes was a bit of a debacle, but not too bad. I had to do it without all my alcohol because there just wasn't enough time to drink it (and that sucked). When I got here, though, my bag wasn't. I got online and checked my bag's status, and they still haven't found it.
This may be the last time I ever fly.
I like turtles.