I arrived at the Hobby airport. But I did not expect the extremely long line to check in a bag and security.
I missed my flight. Bummer. So at the kiosk, they booked me on another flight that would go to New Orleans, then to Chicago, then to Columbus.
I don't wanna fly Southwest again.
I'm now here with Mike at Thurman Café. I'm gonna have a Pepperoni Piza Burger. Yummm!