Waste of life.

I HAVE BEEN IN THE PHILADELPHIA AIRPORT, THE THIRD AIRPORT I HAVE BEEN TO SINCE 8 AM, FOR ALMOST 10 HOURS. I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE NEAR PHILADELPHIA, WHERE I HAVE NOW BEEN STUCK 3 TIMES THIS YEAR. IT IS A SUNDAY IN JULY, AND I AM APPROXIMATELY THE 400TH PERSON IN THE REBOOKING LINE, THE VERY LINE I SPENT AN HOUR STANDING IN DURING WHAT WOULD NORMALLY BE SUNDAY DINNERTIME. IT WILL BE AT LEAST TWO MORE HOURS OF STANDING BEFORE I CAN EVEN MAKE AN INFORMED DECISION ABOUT WHERE TO STAY TONIGHT. SOME PEOPLE SEEK ONLY DOWNTIME TO RECUPERATE FROM THEIR SUBSISTENCE DUTIES. SOME SEEK EXTRAOCCUPATIONAL INTELLECTUAL FREEDOM IN ORDER TO FULFILL AMBITION OUTSIDE OF WORK. WHEN I AM REPEATEDLY DENIED BOTH--NO MATTER WHOSE FAULT--I BECOME VERY ANGRY. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE FAULT IS MY OWN.