I’m beginning to suspect—after being placed on standby for a flight out of O’Hare because I arrived late at the airport and missed my original flight due to a delay on the Blue Line caused by repairs on the northbound tracks which require passengers to be herded off the train and onto a shuttle bus which takes them one stop up the line to reboard the train and continue to O’Hare and pretty much adds another 45 minutes to any Blue Line trip to O’Hare, and getting to sit in first class after I almost didn’t make the cut but then did because the off-duty pilot who was sitting in the first class seat I eventually occupied was willing to get off the plane and take a later flight all so that I could get back home in style with my feet up and unlimited refills on my Sprite and a soft leather seat that reclined way more than the 79 degrees to which the seats in coach recline—that I should miss my flights more often.