personal rant warning.
A couple days ago, I survived the worst non-travel travel day ever. 17 hours at the airport from 10AM-3AM. We boarded, pushed back, stopped at runway, back to gate, deplaned and delayed… TWICE. On 2 different planes, each suffering an unresolvable mystery mechanical issue. Only to be canceled.
I stewed in anger but chose to let it go. What use was it to be angry? Those around me (who were similarly if not more upset) voiced the outrage in my behalf which proved futile. I took a breath and chose instead to make peace of the otherwise 💩 situation.
Yesterday I dug around my bag looking for my AirPods. This is the truest form of insult to injury.
🪦 AirPods #
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