Saint_LB

Reminds me of a story, Mike. I was living in Slidell and had an early flight to catch out of Moisant. Anyway, I always "went to the airport" before I went to the airport...and this morning was no exception.

As I cruised down I-10 contemplating the problems of the universe and how I would either solve them or profit from them, I left the car on auto-pilot, so to speak.

When I finally came out of my "funk", for lack of a better word, I saw that I was passing an exit that was past the airport. Loyola Blvd. maybe?

Anyway...it wasn't that exit, but the one after that...and it was the last Kenner exit before going onto the spillway. I had to go all the way to La Place before I could turn around.

I missed my flight. But...get this.

I went down the next day and got there real early...so early that I went to get breakfast. When it was about 12 minutes before boarding, I walked across the concourse and over to the counter at my gate. I handed the guy my ticket, and he informed me that the flight was full.

I informed him that I had a guaranteed seat. He started to tell me that I was too late, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized I wasn't...by about a minute.

Delta ended up giving me twice the fair in the form of a check, and I was able to take the next flight out to boot.

When I returned from my trip, I remembered how my wife had recently taken a new job and was wanting to upgrade her wardrobe. I handed her the check from Delta and said, "Here...knock yourself out!"

Whether you think you can or think you can't...you're right!