Dante had it Right

I am firmly convinced one of Dante's Seven Rings of Hell has just got to be airline travel.

Why else would anyone purposely subject themselves to this type of torture. After crawling out of bed at 3 a.m., I caught my unholy hour flight to Houston. The airline cleverly booked my flight thusly, I arrive in Houston at 10:45, I leave Houston for Birmingham at 11 a.m. Isn't that sweet!

It didn't matter really, because I did make the connection. I then sat on the tarmac for six weeks waiting for the arriving planes to stop using the departing runway so we could take off. But, unbenownst to me, my plane wasn't going to Birmingham. Well, it was... it was taking a side detour to New Orleans. NOWHERE IN MY ITINERARY DID IT SAY WE WERE TAKING THE SCENIC ROUTE TO BIRMINGHAM! I am the first to admit I have control issues. But, that is beside the point.

Finally, after admiring Lake Pontchartrain from the runway, we headed North to Birmingham. We arrived six weeks late. And then, it was time to wait two hours (no exaggeration) for my %%$%#%^ luggage which Southwest would not take off the plane. Something about lightening and not letting the crew on the runway to unload the planes. Wimps.

I am here. I am yearning for Zaxby's--which always sounds much better than it tastes. One slight glitch. Um... the lightening storm has moved its way south and is now overhead. So, I am waiting until it passes before I head out.

A little later...

Zaxby's was good, but not that good. Gotta remember that for next time.