I’m in a cab, headed to the airport. I want to make sure to get there with plenty of time: I got to SFO later than I meant, too late to check my bag. Of course, the flight was delayed, which meant I got to rush through Denver’s massive B Concourse to get to my connecting flight– which also turned out to be late.

As is the way of such things, after sprinting through the airport, and discovering that they were not in fact pulling the jetway away from the plane as I got to the counter, I immediately moved past relief about not missing my plane to irritation at the delay.

Fortunately, Austin airport is amazingly close to downtown– or at least it is if you’re accustomed to driving half an hour to SFO. We seem to be almost there.

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