The One-Tentacled Man
So…I’m stuck in Atlanta on a business trip gone horribly wrong. Flight cancelled due to weather. Luggage is, of course, lost. Next available flight…tomorrow at 3:25pm. Good times, let me tell you.
On the plus side, I haven’t been sitting on the tarmac for 4 hours like my boss. And, I don’t have a deformed head and a tentacle for my right arm. (To clarify, neither does my boss.)