I’m just a wee bit too tired to censor myself.

So here I am in Denver. I’m supposed to be in Missoula, Montana, mind you. I’m in Denver because my plane out of Pittsburgh was 3 hours late, and I missed my connecting flight. Did I mention that I haven’t flown by myself since 1975?

I didn’t have a clue what to do next, when I landed in Denver and the plane I was supposed to catch had left an hour earlier. United’s idea of a customer service center consisted of a bank of ticket kiosks and 4 phones. Two of which were broken. At this point, I was holding in a powerful lot of anxiety.

Which I promptly unloaded on the poor young woman on the other end of the hotel accommodations line, in my very best impression of Daffy Duck. She deserves a medal, she really does. She was very patient, very kind, and very helpful.

When I found a United desk with a person behind it who could help me with my broken connection, I was much calmer, thanks to her.

The next flight to Missoula is tomorrow morning at 8am.

At least I’ll make it to MisCon on time.