Boss, we missed Flight 34. That was the number we needed. The rows, columns, and diagonals on that square were supposed to add up to 34. Oh, well…

After a five-hour wait (which felt more like a five-DAY wait, what with my sister's yammering), we boarded the next flight to Belém, Brazil.

But now that weird Coffee Guy seems to have set up his armchair on the plane. And his rug. And his coffee machine.