This is not where I was supposed to be. At 3:30 a.m., I left Athens headed for the airport, a weekend conference in Miami on the calendar. After two delays, they cancelled my flight due to a lack of pilots – and I became one of the masses without air passage this week. The airport was teeming with hostility – over the course of the last three days, thousands of people were delayed or stranded due to Delta’s inability to deal with Wednesday’s weather delays.

Planning was poor, communication was worse and the front-line staff took the brunt of everyone’s anger, anger that should have been directed at upper management.

With no way to go, I was home for lunch. It did mean I could wander south in the evening for my kid’s spring concert, at least.