I often feel as though the galaxy I'm living in is warped, twisted, things are so awry in the way this world works. This morning was one of those times. Picture this -- the lady at the NorthWest ticket counter announces that the 7:30 flight to Minneapolis has been delayed to 8:55, and is greeted with cheers of joy! Yes, that's exactly what happened.... because 650 people had descended upon Indianapolis Airport's Northwest ticket counter trying to get out this morning. The line was so bad, they took people to a holding area before sending them up to the real line! It took about an hour and a half just to get checked in. Now maybe this is normal in some airports, but Indianapolis is such a sleepy place that usually check in takes 5 minutes, maximum 15 minutes. Either Northwest had a spectacular failure in planning, or something went awry somewhere.
Fortunately, this was a fairly benign awry. Because of the delay we missed our connection and got to spend a few hours with my aunt and uncle -- Zehra Pupujan and Ehsan Uncle. (Pupu is the Urdu word referring to the younger sister of your father and her husband) So, not only were we delighted to be delayed an hour an a half, we were also delighted to learn that our delay would result in an extra eight hours in Minneapolis!
I'll be glad though, when we finally get to Montana.
At least, in this case, the warp in the warp and woof threads of the galaxy was pretty benign. Unfortunately, all too often it seems to be cancerous.