The other week I flew from Prague to London. Or, rather, I sat. Mostly I sat. When the four-hour delay due to weather was announced in Prague, a collective groan went up. The fellow next to me sighed and said, “This happens every week. Four hour delay; blame it on the weather. And just you watch: when we do finally get to Heathrow there won’t be enough busses to get us from the plane to the terminal.”
Sure enough, he was right. By the time we touched down at Heathrow it....