After the delightful post-4th Street lunch get-together, I got back to the hotel, where I had my luggage stashed and an airport shuttle booked to pick up for my onward flight to Chicago -
And settled down with my tablet to check my messages -
And found that I had one to say that my flight this evening was cancelled for maintenance reasons, click here to rebook on another flight. As the only one today was some 30 minutes after the time of this message, no can do, rly.
However, there are several flights tomorrow - starting at 5 something am, is that an hour of the day, we ask? - which would get me there with, I hope, still time to hang around O'Hare before my flight home (o, joy) - though I was unable to book anything on any of these online and was told to contact the service desk at the airport.
And when I got to the airport I dealt with a rather grouchy service person (though if she had been dealing with previous people also bumped from this non-flight perhaps understandable), and rescheduled for a lunchtime-ish flight tomorrow -
And then sat down and got online and booked myself into a hotel near the airport -
And went to wait for their shuttle, which I think may be something one has to tell them one requires, rather than its turning up at regular intervals as most of them do, as I waited about 45 minutes, and then got a taxi -
And have quite a nice room and free wifi and a place I could go and check-in online and print out boarding passes, though was not prepossessed by the comestibles on sale in their 24/7 snackbar, which leant very heavily indeed on cheese, but the spinach salad, if boring apart from the rather too few artichokes, was okay -
And really, there are some problems which are far less aaaaargh if one has money to throw at them as necessary (surpriz hotel room, taxi, etc).