Oh Dear Airport, how do I love the?

Let me count the ways... While apparently having a first class ticket allows you to skip to the front of the line in security, it does diddly-squat for you when the weather decides to rule the airspace. Oh well, that's what vodka/diets are for, right?? Sitting at the Charlotte airport, praying I can get out in time to hit my Singapore direct from Newark. Oh God of 10-Inch Snow, I send my eternal reverence and thanks if I can just get on my flight in time. Head dip and a big fat blow kiss.  So close, so close!!