I used to travel every single week to my client sites when I was a consultant. My last gig took me from Chicago to San Francisco, Monday through Thursday. There wasn't much to complain about those trips except for the sheer length of the flights and the the bad food (American Airlines served meals, then, and I ordered the vegetarian meal which was most frequently sandwich garnish in a whole wheat pita pocket, with nary a bite of protein nestled within). My flights were rarely delayed, however, and though I left home early and got back late, I normally arrived on time.
Now that I fly from Atlanta to Chicago ONCE A MONTH for my job, however, I am delayed nearly every time I fly. The last three trips were delayed, in fact. And so is the flight I was supposed to have boarded 20 minutes ago. We may embark in 40 minutes. There goes coffee with dad after he picks me up at the airport.
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