Once you’ve flown halfway around the world and back with three or four
kids, a little matter of a 2 plus hour delay is nothing when you’re
sans spawn. Lalala, we said at each successive delay. Magazines were
read. Burgers were eaten. And eventually, a functional plane was
located, we flew, and here we are.
Watching the other traveler get all bent out of shape was just gravy.
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