DFW and one canceled flight

A woman screams into a cell phone.
Not hers of course, rather the phone of a ticket agent who had sympathized with the woman who had lost her phone on the last flight. She screams, "Mom, I need Anna's number. No,"A" MOM!". A few heads turn and wonder what is occurring on this rather lazy afternoon in one of the nations largest airports. You can see on the faces of some a feeling of fear a slight panic and all the TSA posters start to flash into their memory. The woman continues and as a collective everyone in a thirty foot radius learns that she was to meet her friends for the weekend and can't meet them without a number for Anna. I wonder if Anna has any idea of the scene being made at her expense.

I often wonder, when my brain is set to the veritable auto pilot that is traveling, what goes through the minds of the crazies that bust the asses of airport employees. Do they honestly believe that making a persons life hell will improve their situation? I know that in some cases it actually does, but it has never worked for me, probably due to my belief in karma and the inevitable circle that such useless anger would displace upon my soul.Not to say that I am any kind of saint, just that it never seemed right to me.

Anyway, here I sit a full twenty-four hours from the time my initial flight was to take me home, waiting. I am now on my third attempt at a flight since the cancelation yesterday due to rain.