A standby list is like Area 51, you know it exists, but what’s in there is one big top-notch secret. Right now, at this very moment, I am apparently on the standby list for the 6PM flight back to Miami from Boston, wait, it got delayed ’til 7:50PM, ahhhhh the agent JUST changed it to 8:35PM. Is my luck running out? Am I living in a Tom Hanks movie, tempted to walkup to the Chilis to go stand and ask for an application form.

There is no sense in getting all flustered about it, God has it all worked out. Right? I mean, everything happens for a reason. You sit next to someone on a plane and end up realizing that you two have more in common than you ever thought. Who woulda thunk it that two random people destined never to ever be sitting next to each other on the same plane, somehow get their flights delayed, and one gets upgraded to First Class, and sits next to the other and end up being really great friends. This happens everyday, around the world, but has it ever happened to you? Not yet? It won’t be the same sappy story but some other morphed version of it, I promise. Just keep your eyes open, and believe.

Right now I am lacking sleep and think I am seriously delusional. Sitting in this uncomfortable plastic chair at gate B36 is making my ass sore. Not enough tushie cushion in the world can save this ass from the 4 hours I’ve been sitting here. I guess eating a chicken quesadilla and a “famous” lobster roll for lunch wasn’t too good an idea either.

We all have our moments of insanity where nothing in the world makes sense, but then we remember we have our friends and family to lean on to regain that guidance.