I was down in Norfolk today (Thursday) for a design review. At about 7pm, I left Norfolk on a plane for Laguardia, thence to connect to Providence. The plan *was* to stay in Providence overnight and then fly down to Philadelphia for a party that redmeds brother is throwing.
The flight into Laguardia was delayed, and when I got into the terminal I saw that my flight to Providence had been cancelled. I slouched over to the gate agent to ask what he could do for me, and then I heard an overhead page – final call – for a flight to Philadelphia. I asked if he could send me there. “Philly?” “Philly.” “You want Philly? You sure? Then run, man.”
I ran, had the same conversation with the other gate agent, and got on the plane.
As the plane pulled up to the gate in Philly, the gate mechanism broke and we had to taxi to a different gate. At that point I realized that I had cashed all of my travel karma and needed to get off the road immediately.
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