(NOTE: Title denotes heavy use of sarcasm. Proceed with caution, and observe all relevant safety protocols.)
I was very glad to get off of the plane in Philly, city of cheese steaks, cream cheese, and brotherly love (not necessarily in that order). Little did I know what was to lie ahead for me; if I had, I have no doubt that my unhappiness alert level would've been raised to at least tutti-frutti.
The problems began with the fact that the first leg of my journey is domestic, whereas the next is international. That was the cause of a long walk, a bus ride, and another (even longer) walk... throughout which, I never even left the airport.
After all that (and I hadn't even reached my gate yet), I was pretty much wiped out. So, in an attempt to reduce any unnecessary walking, I phoned US Airways for an updated status, only to be informed that my flight to Manchester had been pushed back from 8:50 pm to 2:00 am.
Arrgh!!!
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