snow limbo

The board says my flight is cancelled, the clerks say it won’t be decided for another hour. I’m in the same position as hundreds of other frustrated people inside what is, I’m afraid, my least favorite major European airport.

One thing I’ve noticed is that you can never predict, from outer appearance, which people will politely wait their turn in line and which will selfishly barge ahead. There’s just no way of knowing. It’s a dice-throw.