though the airline assured me they were still flying into
Huntsville, somewhere between San Francisco and Dallas,
they cancelled our connecting flight. F**k you very much,
We had a choice at this point.
Turn around and go home...
... or stay the night in Dallas, have a steak, get drunk,
and fly into Huntsville the following morning.
It wouldn't be much of a story if we tucked tail and ran,
now would it?