Day One-The departure

The things you do for love; mine brings me down to Tampa,Fl. On Friday, my plan was to leave Atlanta by 8:30 p.m. and arrive by 10:05 p.m. I rush down to the airport 45 minutes before my departure time and to my surprise I had noticed that the time was 30 minutes later than what was printed on my ticket. At first I was annoyed at the realization that I had unnecessarily hauled butt down 18 gates and was now covered in sweat. The flight attendant then states that our pilots have yet to arrive. So after an hour we were able to aboard and take off. During my flight I sat next to a gentlemen who was far from shy. He worked for jolt cola and when the flight was over for some reason a had a sudden urge for a soda.Arriving in Tampa where the humidity was so high you could taste it. At the airport I was unaware that it was not a 24 hour like Hartsfield and found a very quiet experience.