My karma?

Ok
I just have to write this all down before I forget. Not that I could.
All I wanted to do was get out of New York. Go where I'm loved unconditionally. Relax.
No such luck.
First, I get on the downtown F train. Why? Who knows?
Get off the train at Delancy, frantic, panicked. Try to hail a cab. One out of 5 stopped. He said he won't go to LaGuardia! I panic, get back on the train. Get to Queens. The bus is so full, I have 1 hour and 15 min. Before my plane takes off.
It is sweltering. Sweat is running down my stomach, down my back.
Finally the airport, long lines, no one will help or even give me a smile. I sprint to the gate. The sign flips, flight is delayed. Then the storm hits. Lightening strikes on the runway. No flights can leave for two hours. I won't make my connection. But the women warns me, "stay on the flight, stay in the the Minneapolis airport. We will be backed up the rest of the weekend". Finally we board, two hours on the runway. 40 planes in front of us. Then 2 and a half in the air. My stomach grumbles. I feel like my head is filled with sand.
Thank goodness for Brian, his car, his couch.
A beautiful morning walk through Minneapolis. A coffee, a chat.
Finally, I get to Madison. 12 hours late.
Joe, saves the day. I love my friends. I am so lucky to know people like them.
Of course my luggage is lost. No trace. They will deliver it. But when?
A nice drive and a lunch with Joe.
I made it. I'm home.

I hope I made up for something.