I've been sitting on our plane that is grounded for the last 2.5 hours due to bad weather in Chicago. What circle of Dante's hell is it where you're surrounded by people freaking out about missing their next flight and being jammed into a seat not designed for a person of your height?

To make it even better? A state trooper stopped in looking through all the overhead bins for a certain bag, found it, then left without saying a word.

A runza in the next day or two is the only thing keeping my positive spirit going right now ...