Airplane versus blizzard

Okay so it is Thanksgiving, and I decided to head on home for the holiday. Yay, right? Well about an hour before I leave for the airport, my dad calls me and tells me that there is supposed to be a blizzard in Salt Lake, and that he wants to get me a flight going into Cedar so I don't have to drive down. I say "okay" even though I already had plans to stay with a friend in Salt Lake. After the hassle of purchasing a flight last minute, I make it to the airport. I did manage to set off the metal detector with my earrings, but at least I wasn't traveling with a cat! (The guy in front of me at security had a cat which he had to take out of the carrier before they would let him through.)

The flight from Omaha to Salt Lake went well until the pilot announced that there was a storm, and they were trying to clear the runway, and that it would be another 40 minutes. Over an hour later, with several threats of possibly landing at another airport, we managed to touch down. Now comes the wait for my delayed flight to St. George. The lounge, which was packed with frustrated, delayed passengers, is now getting pretty sparse. It is about 12:20 my time (Nebraska), and I'm getting pretty tired. I hope that someone will wake me up when they finally decide to board my flight. Luckily I have a computer, which means I have about a million movies I can watch to keep myself entertained!

This reminded me of a Seinfield episode, but I couldn't embed it. Here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NienKmtknI