A Quiet Moment

Something odd happened the other day. I was on a plane. That part wasn't odd. It was my 3o4,394th flight in a week, I think, so I was pretty weary. Put it this way: When I got to the airport, I looked up at the Departures Board to confirm my gate. And I couldn't find my flight to New York on there. It was baffling. I was leaving at 2:41 but there was no flight to New York at the time. I started to get preemptively angry. Where's my flight? Was it canceled? Why wasn't I alerted? Was I there on the wrong day (this has happened)? What was the deal here?

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