Earlier this year, I was supposed to be traveling back home from a work trip in Minneapolis.

Five minutes before my Uber arrived, I was scrolling through my emails and I saw the headline,

your flight was canceled. Here's your new itinerary. No reason given, oh well.

I was like, you know, whatever. At least I still have a flight, right?

Well, I was waiting at the gate. I get another email from Delta and my flight to Cincinnati

was delayed. Again, no reason given. And now I'm really confused because I'm like, wait

a minute. How do I catch my flight in Cincinnati at 459? If I don't get there until 512, you

know, my time travel. And I chose to reroute my flight through Raleigh, North Carolina.

We're on the flight. I'm finally going somewhere. We land in Raleigh and I start getting all

the notifications I miss. And among them, I see another headline from Delta. Your flight

was canceled. Here's your new itinerary. So I de-bored and I head to the Delta desk.

They say that the flight from Raleigh to New York was canceled due to inclement weather

and that there's nothing they can do. This is really the first indication all day after

two cancel flights and a delay that I actually have a reason why a flight was canceled. It's

an act of God. They blamed God.

From the New York Times, I'm Natalie Ketroweth. This is the Daily.

My name's Dana. I live in Charlotte, North Carolina.

My name is James Mason. My name is Sam.

My name is Glenn. Across the country this summer. I show up to the airport and they're like,

oh no, your flight is canceled. The flight's canceled. My flight is canceled.

Airline travel has been defined by new depths of inconvenience. And I get it to the front

of this line and the employee says, we don't have a ticket for you and this plane is overbooked.

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