I flew to Chicago on Saturday afternoon to visit with my friend Scott… at least that was the plan. It never happened. I missed my flight.

I suppose I can look at it only having been a matter of time before I missed a flight. It always seemed like something I would be capable of.

I’m not really a frequent flyer by any means. I fly maybe 3-4 times a year. Sometimes more. Rarely less. I’ve been on close to 20 business trips in the past 3 1/2 years. And yet, I’ve never even came close to missing a flight.

Being a holiday weekend, hopping on the next flight out was easier said than done. Who knew so many people took advantage of Presidents Day?

I’ll reschedule with Scott and get out to Chicago soon – maybe even next month.