22 June 2017

Someone I met today had her flight delayed.

She shared with us that she had been at the PDX airport since 10pm the night before; the flight that was supposed to take her home didn't arrive till 12am. Since it was so late, they weren't going to fly. The group was offered hotels rooms, but she figured that she would only be sleeping in it for 3 hours before having to get back to the airport. She and another woman banded together to explore all of PDX, and found some people who suggested they sleep on the floor.

Obviously, she was grossed out by this and said no.

I asked her where home is, and she said it's an hour south of Seattle... So she had to run to her next flight so she doesn't miss it. She had been up for 24 hours at that point and was a little frazzled.

I don't blame her. I'm impressed by how composed she was. I would have been a little pissed.