No surprise, it was scripted

My travel buddy, Matt "Soup" Huffman, and I like to talk about The Script -- which I write in italics not because it is a book title, but because it is so important that it deserves nothing less... in fact, I'm gonna go back and bold it, too. Done. -- when referencing our misadventures. The Script is the collective body of everything that has and will happen in our lives. Because it accounts for past experience, our individual natures, and the world's sometimes strange sense of humor, The Script predicts the future. Not that it ever needs to.

It was my fault. I should have referenced the opening chapter of my travels in The Script before I booked my flights. I mean, of course I fly out on the only snowy day in the Midwest. Of course every flight is delayed or canceled. Of course my connecting flight to Beijing is the ONLY on time flight in the history of O'Hare International Airport on the snowiest day of the year, causing me to miss the connection. And of course I end up spending the maiden voyage of my journey waiting 24 hours for the next flight to China.

Life has quite a sense of humor. I really should have known. It was scripted, after all...