There’s a guy named Murphy and he does this really annoying thing of making sure that what can go wrong in my life, will go wrong.
We’ve had a fairly mild winter up in the northeast this year… a few little snowfalls here and there, but nothing major. That was until my old nemesis, Murphy, caught wind that I was planning a big adventure. Hearing that I intended to fly from Boston to Dayton on Thursday, he decided to throw me a little curveball –
Ok, ok… the Weather Service might have made some typos on that map.
Let’s try this one –
As of Wednesday night, more than 2,500 flights had already been cancelled for Thursday.
I scrambled to make some phone calls and, thankfully, managed to get out town a day early.
Murphy’s curveball ended up not being the worst thing that could have happened. On my flight over, a man up in first class requested a seat change with me so that he could sit in the back with his friend. I’m pretty sure his “friend” was his mistress, but whatever.
Needless to say, it was a very nice flight…
The icing on the cake was that when I got back to my hotel, tired and thinking I was ready for bed, I stumbled upon a really cool TV special on airplanes.
It ended up being a late night, but a good night.
You missed me this time, Murphy.