The return from Peru

Our flight from Indianapolis to Atlanta was cancelled so we were switched over from Delta to Trans Air and while undergoing the humiliating process of doing the Chain Gang Shuffle carrying shoes in one hand and luggage in the other, John and I were selected for further scrutiny by having to sit in a chair while a metal detector examined the bottom of our feet, stand spread eagle while the baton then traveled inside our legs and upward and finally our bags unloaded and contents rechecked. As everyone knows moving thru the Atlanta Airport is little different from what Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh went thru but on the final leg to Sarasota the Delta lady mistakenly put us on a flight for the following morning. We discovered this with 30 minutes to spare and after 15 minutes of argument we took off for the proper gate, thru the mass of humanity, down the long escalator to the shuttle train, the trip to Concourse E, up the long escalator where the Colonel commandeered a driver with an electric cart and with the command "Rack on driver!" we arrived at the proper flight as they were just closing the door. Two seats remained, John sat by the exit door and I was placed in the backend blues. On the top of my "incompetency list" AOL has now been replaced by Delta Airlines. Buckles