Through some kind of miracle my connecting flight was delayed an hour at O'Hare at the very same gate where my inbound flight deplaned. Which meant I managed to make it somehow. Even though I was pretty sure I wouldn't.
But not without first running a lap on the moving pedway, looking for Gate C9, only to realize that that was where I had arrived.
Big dork.
Posting by cameraphone, just about to be outbound to San Francisco.
(Oh. Wait. Mechanical problem. We'll see how this goes.)
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
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1 comment:
hahaha
That is great!
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