Southwest Airlines Flight 698

My flight was supposed to leave at seven p.m. When I got to the airport, I learned that it was delayed until 10:10. I tried to get on an earlier flight connecting through San Diego, but that flight was delayed as well, and the ticket agent didn’t want to get me stuck in San Diego rather than Chicago, where I could always catch my original flight. The standby lists for the earlier flights were crammed with people from my flight.
The flight eventually left around 9:45. It was half empty, so I had the entire row to myself. I had to call my brother to pick me up, because BART wasn’t running at one a.m., when we landed.
Delays are delays. They’re annoying. But why didn’t they text me? They always text me. I got to spend more time with my dad, and I finished three magazines. Overall, it was relaxing. But a three-​hour delay that forces you to change your airport-​pickup plans is just ridiculous.