On Tuesday I had to fly to Orlando for a meeting and then fly home in the evening.  Here’s how it went:

• Up at 4:00 a.m to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight from Greensboro to Dulles, connect to Orlando.
• Meet up with client, go to Disney’s Coronado Springs, do the tour thing and have lunch, meetings.
• Back to airport, catch stomach bug that seems to have gone around.
• Flight
  to Atlanta delayed about 2 1/2 hours so I’m stuck (with stomach bug) in
  airport lounge with bitter travelers and the Moorehead State University
  cheerleading team.  Chipper and bitter/sick just don’t mix.
• Thankfully, Orlando’s airport has relatively clean bathrooms (I’ll spare you the details).
• Get to Atlanta, my connecting flight is four terminals away.  Long walk to train between terminals, surrounded by chipper cheerleaders talking incessantly about how much sex they’re going to have at their destination.  Know I’m sick when I use the words "incessantly" and "sex" in the same sentence.
• Connecting flight is delayed an hour, which they didn’t bother to post on the status board so I wouldn’t have to run.  Thanks Delta.
• Sit
  on puddle-jumper waiting for takeoff for 1/2 hour while they try and
  figure out how to get a wheelchair bound passenger on the
  plane.  Seriously wondering if it would be better to be dead,
  or at least comatose.
• Miraculously don’t lose my lunch in the puddle-jumper as we do as near a proximation to dive bombing as I’d like to get.
• Land, again miraculously, and drive home like a bat out of hell.
• In bed at 2:00 and next thing I know it’s 10:30 and I’m still alive, although not by much.

This now makes two terrible trips I’ve had since Independence Air went out of business.  I think they’ve put a curse on all their old routes. Note that I’m not blaming the airlines since for the most part it’s just bad luck, but that’s what a curse amounts to, right?