seriously?

It's remarkably depressing when you get off a plane and no one's waiting to pick you up.

It's comically depressing when no one's waiting because it's 3:00 in the morning and the reason your plane is landing 3 hours later than scheduled is because the pilot got stuck in traffic or something.

I spent most of last night sitting on a tarmac, when my usual 9-to-midnight flight from LAX to SEA became a 9-to-3 hell-ride. The irony of it all was that I was absolutely convinced I was going to miss my plane. I made it to the gate about 5 minutes before scheduled takeoff, out of breath and thinking I wouldn't be able to pick up my bag until the next morning.

So in any case, I'm in Seattle now. And I'm cold.