Chicago Live! - Hangin' at the Port

It was bound to happen. I’ve never hit a major bump in the road (or should I say air) when traveling. Fortunately, whenever I've been delayed, the annoyance has been small. Well, today I’m accumulating one set-back after another.

For starters, my 11:55 a.m. flight to Wichita, Kansas was cancelled – and so were the subsequent two flights on some dippy airline not operated by United. So, they rerouted me through to Denver - finally arriving in Wichita around midnight tonight. My luggage, however, may not land until tomorrow as the only flight to Wichita this evening from Chicago may be overstuffed with 90 bags from the cancelled flights. Besides that, who knows if even my flight from Denver will arrive as planned? I’ll say this much, I have no plans to sleep on a cot in Colorado.

I’ve booked a hotel at the Wichita airport – a Holiday Inn Express that was built in 2007. I’m not expecting much. But, since it’s new, I hope it’s at least clean. This way, when I hopefully arrive past midnight, I won’t be forced to drive one and a half hours to Salina for my hotel check-in. And, if for some reason my luggage doesn’t arrive until Sunday morning, then I’ll have the opportunity to wait and collect my luggage rather than hope United delivers it by Christmas. I can’t show up with flat and unruly hair.

You’d think today’s activities, combined with my rental car’s smashed side view mirror fiasco (yes, once again I’m cursed in Chicago), I’d be more bitter than sour lemon. However, I’m surprisingly calm. I guess I’m considering it one more adventure to write home about.