I made it to my connecting gate at 1 minute after they closed the door.
Really.
No shit.
When I wrangled my temper back under control - I knew it could be worse.
I had a food voucher to help pay for a late lunch.
I have my knitting:
And I have some liquid happy going on:
My friend C is going to bring Tank to the airport and pick me up. And I get to sleep in my own bed.
Fingers crossed.
