Irritating
I'm going to Chicago tomorrow. Or, at least, I think I'm going to Chicago tomorrow.
I'm flying. Yes, I'm flying to Chicago. I know it isn't that bar. But, guess what? It's even MORE not that far when you fly.
Did that make sense? 3 hours turns into 45 minutes. Sign me up.
Anyway, all the flights today have been grounded due to snow. Flying to Chicago in February may not be the smartest thing ever attempted. Weather is luck of the draw.
Still. I'm sure it'll be fine. But the idea that it won't be fine is irritating.
I'm flying. Yes, I'm flying to Chicago. I know it isn't that bar. But, guess what? It's even MORE not that far when you fly.
Did that make sense? 3 hours turns into 45 minutes. Sign me up.
Anyway, all the flights today have been grounded due to snow. Flying to Chicago in February may not be the smartest thing ever attempted. Weather is luck of the draw.
Still. I'm sure it'll be fine. But the idea that it won't be fine is irritating.
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