Dear Delta

Delta, Delta, Delta
Where should we begin? Maybe, that you took me to Ohio when I wanted to go to Knoxville? Or perhaps it is that you tried to offer me a dining voucher as compensation for my arrival to Knoxville 8 hours late? Or it might be simply the joy of getting to speak with Tom at Customer Service. Either way, thanks Delta. The 7 hour unplanned layover, due to two flight cancellations, did allow me to do some important things... made friends with Brenda, a nail technician in the Cincinnati airport, spill a full bloodymary at Wolfgang Puck , pace up and down the 25 gate Concourse, and most importantly stare into space and ponder my life choices. So thanks again Delta.
Yours Forever