Ah, the glamour and excitement of modern air travel! After Bouchercon in Madison, we drove back to Chicago before going on to Las Vegas. This time, however, Chicago proved a lot harder to get out of than into. This was the scene at O'Hare airport when a five hour storm featuring torrential rain, lightning, and hail hit. All flights were cancelled until the next day, leaving the place looking like the set of a disaster movie. We soon learned that there is a reason why you never hear anyone say "as comfortable as an airport."
They ran out of cots so we tried to get some sleep on the unforgiving seats in the waiting room....until around midnight, when the night cleaning crew showed up with vacuum cleaners, floor buffers, etc. Twenty one hours later, we stumbled bleary-eyed onto our flight and bid a fond farewell to the Windy City.
Oprah was nowhere to be seen.