The airport broke

So last night's rain, which managed to blow sideways into my air conditioner and soak my floor, also managed to break O'Hare International airport.
Weather delays always suck because the airport is full of the same people all mulling about all day. The upside of that is everyone decides to treat themselves to our chocolate and we get a higher average sale, but the downside is that there are significantly less people to sell to, and also it's the same people all day. Not that I am ever outright rude to customers, but I am a bit on the sarcastic side, and if I piss someone off, they spend the day occasionally walking past to glare at me.

Anyway, so the runways were flooded, but so were some of the hallways and the CTA train tracks. We had to be shuttled in from Rosemont, which meant a crowded bus. A crowded bus, for short people such as myself, means sweaty man-back smacking me in the face. Not a good way to start the day. And they dropped as on the exact opposite side of the airport, so I had to hurry across the entire thing. Then my usual security checkpoint was closed, so I had to go across the terminal to another one. And I got stuck behind people that seemed to be playing a game of "how many security bins can I spread my stuff out in." The answer, for the man and woman playing, were 6 and 5 respectively. They also did not seem to grasp the "everyone must take their shoes and belts off" sign meant them. I propose adding "Yes, this means you too." to all the signs.

And the highlight of the day was listening to a very loud and obnoxious baggage handler talk about how he wants to punch flight attendants in the face while watching the facial expressions of the flight attendant sitting right behind him.
The low point was the TSA worker that bought a different brand of chocolate to come eat in our chocolate shop while trying and failing to flirt with us. You, sir, are not charming. And quit walking through our store as a shortcut. Creeper.