This may not be a good omen
The guy in front of me has his seat reclined so far there is no chance I can open my computer
The scruffy kid next to me is reading quietly, compulsively twisting his hair.
And we’re still on the ground forty five minutes after we left the gate. Except we turned around and came back for some purported radio problem– the airlines can never be trusted to tell you the truth.
It doesn’t really matter since I have a few hour layover in Miami anyway. Just an omen.