The usual direct flight to Phoenix (pronounced puh-HOE-nix) is a mere four hours. This particular flight was not direct, and so it was expected to be longer. However, one rarely expects a @*#$&#*$ing BLIZZARD to occur when boarding the plane, which is already an hour late. Or having to sit on a completely jam-packed plane for another HOUR AND A HALF while Little Rock Airport crew uses their SINGLE plow to clear 100 feet of runway and try to figure out this “de-icin’ thing-a-ma-gigger, here.” Or missing one’s connecting flight in St. Louis, having to fly to CHICAGO!! having a layover and finally getting to Phoenix around MIDNIGHT — When your flight out of Little Rock was supposed to leave at 1:45pm!

Santa is surely punishing me.