I’ve been relatively blessed in my life in terms of on-time flights, and have rarely found myself with a delay of over 30 minutes to an hour. This, combined with my nearly obsessive insistence on being 2 hours early to the airport, everytime, means that I have become comfortable with leisurely going through security, taking a gander at the tabloids in the bookstore, and seeing how many kleen kanteens I can pound in order to stay hydrated on the plane.
Today, I had to be even earlier than I normally am, and went to check in to my flight 3 hours before. As I checked in, I discovered that the flight was delayed… by three hours.
The name of today’s game is “how much work I can do while sitting on the floor of YYC”. It’s a good one.