In Which I Attempt to Fly from Pittsburgh to New York

Ah, the convenience of modern air travel. Today I attempted to fly from Pittsburgh to New York, but only made it as far as Philadelphia. My trip so far has included: 1 hour spent sitting on the runway prior to takeoff; upon discovering that my flight to New York had been cancelled, 1 hour spent waiting to talk to a gate agent, only to be told that I needed to be standing in a different line; 2 hours spent standing in the correct line, where I was given a new ticket and a piece of paper that was clearly designed to trick you into thinking that it’s a hotel voucher when in fact the airline is not giving you jack; 1 hour spent standing in line to check into the hotel — along with all the other suckers brandishing their worthless pseudo-vouchers.

More tomorrow!