I believe the main reason they didn't cancel our flight had something to do with a last minute "child count" where they wanted to know how many children under the age of 11 were holding tickets.
I have no idea why this matters, unless they were trying to see which plane would have passengers dealing with kids if they canceled the flight, or if simply flipping a coin was too much and they wanted a randomizer.
Whatever it was, our flight went out, and the one to Cincinati (or something with a C, I wasn't really caring at that point) was canceled. The crew for that flight was standing there and a flight attended said under her breath "fucking canceled, I knew it" and then strutted off saying "back to the hotel."
She didn't say it, but I imagined she also said "I'm getting drunk."
Now I need to figure out what to do with my free time, as I oddly am at a blank right now.
The obvious answer in the immediate sense is going to be a lot of sleeping.
