Yes, as a matter of fact I am stuck at LAX for the next five hours. At least! That’s assuming no flight delays, a very ludicrous assumption to make in this not-so-gilded age of air travel. One might wonder why I don’t simply switch to an earlier flight; one might be surprised to discover that the airline on which my flight was booked has a grand total of one LAX-to-SFO flight each day. It is simply the final indignity in a trip that has been characterized by inconveniences and annoyances at every turn.
Fortunately, the core reason for my being here wasn’t so bad. Oh, and I guess having dinner with Tomm Hulett wasn’t so awful, either.
But really, at this point I’m almost tempted to rent a car and just drive back home — I’d probably be there before our scheduled flight even leaves. Of course, the cost of gas would plunge me right back into poverty. No-win situations are the best.