The Time: March 27th, 3:22am
The Scene: I'm slumbering peacefully when I am suddenly awakened by the dulcet tones of Ciara's "Like A Boy." Yes, that is the ringtone on my phone. I grab my phone, looking at the screen in confusion. Why is an 800 number calling me at 3 in the morning? Obviously, I'm not going to pick up. And then, a sudden realization.
It's the airline calling.
I was supposed to be on a 12:15pm flight out of Newark Liberty International Airport. I was supposed to be back in my apartment at around 3pm Central Time. I was supposed to have time to go grocery shopping. Instead, this middle of the night phone call informed me that my flight was canceled and I had been re-booked on a flight leaving at 6:10pm.
FROM LAGUARDIA.
I'll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that there is no remotely convenient way to reach LaGuardia from my home. When I finally arrived at my apartment at nine-thirty at night, I was tired and I was hungry. Thankfully, I had a single frozen fillet of salmon remaining, as well as some orzo and frozen peas, which turned into this:
Tired Harris. So I called it a night. Friendly skies? Friendly bed.
