Why I vacation in Hawaii!

Maybe you wonder (or don’t) why I love Hawaii? One of the reason is I LOVE warm, hot weather. I love wearing shorts and t-shirts.
Last night I experienced why I don’t like cold, snow, etc… I flew iinto Denver with a couple of colleagues on our way to work in Durango, CO. The flight in was nothing special;except for the stewardist coming on the intercom and saying something to the effect of “In case of an emergency leave your belongings and exit the plane at the nearest exit”. Never heard that statement landing in Hawaii. Did I forget to mention it is snnowing here in Denver.
Denver? You say. I thought you were on your way to Durango? That’s right, you are catching on After an hour layover in Denver we boarded our plane to Durango. After taxing for a while, we stopped to have the plane de-iced. Once again, de-icing never happened to me in Hawaii, or Houston for that matter. After an hour or so, we are off the ground and headed to our destination.
The flight was good, not too many bumps. The stewardist walks down the aisle and over hear her telling a passenger we may be returned to Denver. A couple of minutes later she gets on the intercom and tells us that there is snow and possibly ice on the runway. The airport crew would have to clear it and will let us know when we can land. (Never has happened to me in Hawaii) After circling Durango or somewher in Colorado, our bringer of good news tells us that there is ice AND the wind has picked up. We would be returning to Hawaii, I mean Denver. I was hoping she meant Hawaii.
After about three-and-half hours of being on a flight that should have been only anhour, we land. Story over you think?? No, we still have to book new flights, we can’t get to Durango for a day. By now it is about 12 am Mountain time, we still are living on Central time. So we get booked for Tuesday, two days later than planned. Now to retrieve our luggage. We are told it will take 45 minutes to get it off the plane. No problem, I am traveling with two smokers who by this time are gettting the shakes because it has been 5 or more hours since their last nicotine hit. They had gone to the smoking lounge in the terminal and it was closed. They head outside near the baggage claim. Problem solved. I stay by the baggage turnstile. After a while, I have lost track of time by now, there comes one of our bags, then 2, 3,4,5…ok there should be a sixth. Ok it has got to be here. Waiting, waiting, nothing. The best part of that is it was not my bag missing. So my colleague and an a customer service guy search the area, the computer, no it has been off loaded and put out here. It must be out here somewhere. After a while, I tell colleague let me check the tags. I bet they are mistaken. Sure enough they put his tag on my bag, so the computer was right the tag they scanned was his. Now I informed the agent he is now looking for a bag with my tag number. Oh Mr. Coleague, “your bag is still in Houston. It will be in Durango tomorrow” (today) said the kind agent. (He’s had to deal with many frustrated travelers) “Mr Agent, we will not be in Durango until day after tomorrow. Who will pick his bag up? “Oh, we will”, he said.
So you may recall I was traveling with one other colleague. He has been on the phone for 45 or so minutes trying to find a hotel for us. Eventually he finds one and we check in at about 2:30 am or so. The kind counter person the hotel reminds us check out is at 11. “Goodnight”.