Cackalakee

My flight was cancelled yesterday due to puddles on the runway.

But that's okay. Because I doubt I would have made it on time anyway due to the fact that the drizzle caused all the trains yesterday to malfunction and break down.

New York really is extraordinary. Blizzards, heat, and terrorism. You'd really think they could handle a rainfall--not even a rainSTORM, a rainFALL--without completely losing their shnit.

The subway yesterday. Oh man, y'all. The pushing. The screaming. You just can't imagine. You can't. Some old dude slammed me into this mild-mannered woman reading some Jane Austen book. She assured me, in a gentle voice, that it was okay, she wasn't injured. Two stops later she was screaming, "JESUS CHRIST!" with the rest of em.

Then when you try to transfer at 59th street, you find you can't get to the NRW because some pipe broke and water is gushing all over the subway platform.

Pandemonium.

So it's up at 3am and off to LGA for a 6:05 flight to Ohio (non-stop! Terrif!) and then to South C.

Horrors.

They don't serve food on Delta flights.

Well crap!

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