"After the closure of border patrol at Charles Degaulle due to an unattended bag that had to be exploded, the area was stormed by thousands, I sprinted to the front of the line and ran to my gate just to make my flight and then we circled ATL in the sky for 30 minutes, then sat on the runway for 45 minutes, then I was forced to spend the evening in a Holiday Inn where the conference rooms where named after types of wine... Ohhhh and I got meal vouchers for the Waffle House that was like half a mile away in the ghetto by the airport and the woman wondered why I didn't want them, but I did manage to snag an LIT before the hotel bar closed. Now that's a happy ending."
Dwight my dear you always keep it classy.
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