This is probably my fault somehow. But I feel taken.
I booked this trip a while ago and according to the list of flights, American flight No. 844 went from the Orange County Airport to Detroit.
OK, great. I booked it. It was cheap and would get me to Detroit in plenty of time to get some work done and perhaps play a little blackjack at the Greektown Casino.
It turns out the flight stops in Chicago. OK, no big deal, I can sleep through that.
Then it turns out that the flights ends in Chicago. So my “direct flight” was in number only. Flight 844 lands at one gate and picks up at another. So it’s a connectiion with one boarding pass.
Meanwhile my new gate was L8. “Great,” I thought ruefully as I walked there. “L8 … late.”
I get there and, yep, the flight is late.
So I have no idea when I’m getting to Detroit other than I’ll be there by the time they play baseball tomorrow, I’m fairly sure of that.