The Waiting Game

And so I wait. In an effort to get to Buenos Aires sooner rather than later, and on the advice of the travel agency, I showed up at the airport seven hours ahead of my scheduled flight. "There are plenty of seats. You can go at 11 or 12," she said. Little did we know those flights would be canceled this morning. So I may get on the 2 o'clock or go as scheduled at 5. I can't drop off my bags or get into the lounge until they decide. So here I sit in the main concourse of the airport. Good people watching for sure. But patience, Josh. Patience.

So email me. Text me. I'm here.