It's now 2:15, a supervisor has shown up, they're moving us to another aircraft (our third of the day,) and promises we'll depart in the next 45 minutes.
We've moved from N625AW to N813AW, and now to N831AW, and from gates B17 to B6 to B2. It's starting to feel like the end of Airplane!. "Flight 209 arriving gate 15 *screech* gate 16 *screech* gate 17 *screech* gate 18..."
I just care that I get home. There's other people on this flight who have a lot more to worry about. One man's family gathering is tonight at 8pm, he has to return tomorrow. If he doesn't get there in time, there's no reason for him to even leave. There's a couple whose son is graduating from boot camp at Great Lakes tomorrow morning. Again, if they get bumped to a flight tomorrow, it's useless. I'm not volunteering to take later flights, because my trip is too damned short as it is.