A hundred bad days make a hundred good stories. A hundred good stores make me interesting at parties...

Well this was a story. I was in the line for TSA when I got an email that my flight was canceled. At first I thought it was fake. I immediately got out of line and went to the nearest American Airlines counter.

After a 20 minute wait, I finally talked to a lady. The people in front of me had the same issue. They had got booked on a SouthWest flight to Tampa. I wasn't so lucky and that's what I get for being nice.

The lady at the counter did nothing for me. AA had already booked me for 6 AM the next morning. I said I didn't want that. I talked to Bri and then I went to another counter since she didn't want to or couldn't do anything for me (including refunding me).

I waited in another line and another lady tried to book me but I was like, I didn't take off a day of work just to arrive later at night. I gave up and walked all the way to SouthWest in DCA. When I got there, they said they were all booked. As I went back to the metro, I lost my license.

Brian was able to call AA while I was in transit. He picked me up at some stop on the yellow line. We'd have to go to BWI now and I would have to have a connecting flight through Miami... and it took off in like 4 hours. Estimated I would get to Tampa around 11.

Bri dropped me off at BWI after my first (and only) meal of the day. I spent the rest of the day at BWI drinking. I made a friend with a dude who spoke Spanish.

I boarded my flight and went to Miami. When I got there, I received an email that my flight that I was just on was delayed and I might not make my Tampa flight. No food or water for Janny.

I hauled ass to get to the gate which was like a mile away (not kidding). When I finally arrived at the gate, everyone was standing around. The board kept saying delayed, delayed but only for like 5 minutes at a time. No time for me to get anything to eat or drink.

When we FINALLY boarded, we waited on the tarmac for like an hour waiting to take off. I turned my phone on and off like four times to let Bri and Arlene know what was going on.

I finally got to Tampa at like 12:30AM.

Many beers were needed to forget this awful experience!