My day, sunup to sundown:
When the pilot of our already much-delayed Columbus-bound Embraer 175 came on the p.a. to tell us we were number 18 in line for take-off, and that said take-off would happen in about 25 minutes, we all waited for the punchline. But that was the punchline.
It was a 24.5 hour trip, door to door, and everything went absolutely as well as could have been expected--coach breakdown on the M25, excess baggage charge, and kicking-over-of-first-20-oz.-coffee-in-my-own-country notwithstanding. Kicking the coffee over was no good--but remembering that I'd only paid $1.50 for it and being able to replace it with coffee and a Boston Cream donut for only $2.39 at Dunkin' Donuts were, to put it plainly, nothing short of awesome. ("Coffee and a donut for £1.20? Incroyable!") There at Philadelphia's gate B2, I had a little welcome-home party for myself. You probably would have laughed to see me love that custard the way I did.