The night my flight got cancelled and I wrote this

Flight cancelled. Four hours in Denver airport. No lounge access. Gate B17, which smells like a Cinnabon had an argument with a Subway. I've eaten: one overpriced veggie wrap that was mostly lettuce and regret, two $14 airport beers, and a bag of trail mix that's 80% M&Ms (not complaining). My laptop battery is at 31%. I'm writing this partially to feel productive and partially because the man across from me has been on speakerphone for 47 minutes. I will make my connection. Everything will be fine. But right now, in this moment, Gate B17 is a purgatory of fluorescent light and Fox News on mute. Shoutout to whoever designed airport seating — may your own chairs be slightly too hard.