My “nights and weekends” job means I spent an average of 140 days a year away from home. I travel most weeks, and get lots of practice. With all that practice comes expertise and comfort with the systems of travel; I’m actually pretty good at traveling. Most trips rumble along with very few bumps in the road. Recently though, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad travel day. The universe was clearly out to get me (at least it felt that way).