I made it the first leg of my flight just fine. Nothing major, just a cramped seat in coach that pushed my laptop into my tits when the person in front of me decided to recline. Other than that and fending on a major/minor(???) sinus issue. Then of course something has to go wrong, as we’re pushing off the tarmak of the second airport, the lovely Minneapolis the plane starts bumping and jiving, then comes to a stop. Pilot comes on in a southern twang and says that we’ve have a little “mishap” with the towbar (clearly trying to downplay some dumbass move someone just pulled). half hour, one hour, pull back to the gate. THEN… the pilots are past their duty hours and have to leave and now a new crew has to be assembled and drive their asses in, so we’re another two hours out. I’m sitting in the F (Fuck you MSP) terminal, with my butt going numb, waiting to crawl back into my big comfy seat and drink myself into a 3 hour slumber. At least the rest of my holiday went absolutely perfectly, no sarcasm, the truth! Updates soon!