After awhile, you come to hate that voice. The one that clicks to life over the intercom to relate your moosey fate. Right now the voice says that we don't even have a departure time. How bad is that? That we've gone from 1:15 to 3:00. From 3:00 to 5:00. From 5:00 until who freakin knows.
I no longer thing it's a Subway conspiracy ... oh, it's bigger than that. They're pushing us back to make sure there's a full load on the plane up to Chicago. At first there was only about ten of us here ... now there's two more flight's worth. There won't be an empty seat ... and they're saving fuel.
Oh yes ... paranoia has set in. I have to make it to Chicago from which I have to make it to Denver. Someone start praying ...
We've got to pray
Just to make it today
MC Hammer - Pray