That flight was the only one I was happy to miss, so the night at the airport wasn’t too bad.
I was in Europe traveling on a buddy pass, but the Delta flights were all backed up out of London. People on similar passes had been waiting for several days.
Anyway, I was like “shit” because it was a Saturday and I needed to be in the classroom by Monday (my first full year of teaching). I waited and waited all day and caught the last (last empty seat) flight to Atlanta.
I slept in the airport, which wasn’t the nicest night ever, but didn’t care. I caught a flight Sunday morning and made it to work.
By the way, that was a rough year teaching. I should have stayed in London.