We landed in time for me to see my flight take off for Denver.
I walked up to the counter where airport employees hang out and asked what I should do. A friendly guy told me I was only 10 minutes late. Hooray. Then he was silent for five minutes. I hoped he was working on getting me a flight, but I really had no idea.
Finally he told me I could fly to Denver from Atlanta at 2 pm on Saturday.
What?
Yeah! Two pm. I asked what I should do until then and he said "find a cozy corner in the airport."
For 14 hours.
Awesome.
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