Earlier J sent me a message that said, “So you know by now that nothing in the Navy goes as planned, right?”
Cue the “Oh, shit, oh, shit, we’re not moving to Washington!” moment.
And then a suspicious, “Yes…”
Turns out they haven’t even left (were supposed to leave about two hours from now), and the flight’s been delayed 19 hours. A) who delays a flight that long in advance, and B) who delays a flight NINETEEN HOURS?? Oh, right. The military.
Keep your fingers crossed that there are no more delays, and J manages to get a seat on both flights he’ll have to catch in order to get home.
Oh, the joys of military life! Not…