This weekend, I’m speaking at WordCamp Reno, taking place in Reno, Nevada. (I suggested they hold it in Oregon, but for some reason, that option was off the table.)

However, due to the fact that I do not live in Reno, Nevada, I had to take the incredibly efficient and practical transportation network that is air travel in order to attend. Please note the extreme amount of sarcasm in that last sentence.

You see, my route consists of a lengthy flight to Los Angeles and a less lengthy flight from there to my final destination, the lovely city of Reno. Now, you may be wondering, “Dave, why are you going all the way to California, passing directly over Nevada, then turning right back around to get to Reno?”

I would respond to such a query, but I cannot, due to the fact that I can think of absolutely no logical reason to be taking such a route.

In fact, I have decided that my itinerary is the most circuitous route of all time. Should you have any objections, or know of a more circuitous route, please contact The Center for More Circuitous Routes Than Denver-To-LA-To-Reno, or TCFMCRTDTLATR. They will handle all such assertions. But, for now, my proclamation stands.

Now, upon arriving for my scheduled two-hour layover in LA, I was informed (with little condolence) by the monitors outside the gate that my flight to Reno had been delayed by a full hour. One hour. Sixty minutes. 3600 seconds. Ample time to do all sorts of things, including:

  • Take a scenic walk
  • Take a scenic run, covering more distance than one would taking a scenic walk
  • Bake a batch of succulent cookies
  • Watch an episode of an hour-long TV show
  • Watch two episodes of a half-hour-long TV show
  • Knit as much of a sweater (or other garment) that is knittable in an hour (amount of garment knitted may vary depending on knitting ability)

Unfortunately, I cannot do any of these things.

Because I am stuck in an airport, with nothing but Starbucks, uncomfortable chairs, and wifi slower than an ox-drawn wagon.

Therefore, I am left with writing this blog post.

Now, you may say, “Dave, a busy person such as yourself must have more to do than wasting your time writing such a pointless blog post.”

Yes, I must, mustn’t I? But, think of it this way…

If I didn’t waste my time writing this blog post, you couldn’t have wasted the last few minutes of your life reading it.

That was almost philosophical. Almost.

Good thing I have an hour to keep trying. Thanks, Southwest Airlines.