That's why the U.S. is rushing through a visa so that the would-be genocidal maniac can address the august body of the United Nations. Oy vey. Who's next?
Wednesday, I was out taking a walk in my shirtsleeves. Today, I spent an hour and a half shovelling the slush off the driveway while trying desparately to keep my footing. I could have saved the effort. It's all back, and then some. We're getting socked with a major ice storm and it appears that neither the planes nor the trains nor the traffic are moving much around here. My other half was scheduled out of Orlando on a flight back here this evening. His story sounds pretty much like this one.
Brittany Kortan, 19, of Philadelphia, doesn't know when she'll get home. On Friday afternoon she experienced a delay, a cancellation, found another flight to the northeast and then had that flight cancelled as well.
"We were supposed to leave for Philadelphia at noon," she said. "That one got pushed back to 1:35 p.m. and just got cancelled. We then booked a flight to New Hampshire, we were going to stay in a hotel there overnight and then fly to Philly tomorrow. We got on the plane, they closed the doors and then they cancelled it. We have another flight booked to Philadelphia tonight, but I don't think that's gonna happen either. We might be here until Monday."
I'd count on it. After being told that the earliest possible flight out would be Monday morning and that it was probably already overbooked, S. rented a car. He's got about 1,000 miles to drive to get home. About that driveway...
Shabbat Shalom.
