There are public places where it is acceptable to cry. At Barnes and Noble during a midnight release of a Harry Potter publication. At a movie theater during the final scene of Toy Story 3. Maybe even walking around a lake when you are listening to Pop Culture Happy Hour and Glen Weldon is so passionate about something that you just can't stop laughing until you are crying. I wouldn't even be embarrassed about crying at any of those places, although you can certainly disagree with me on that.
I'm going to spare you the details about my trip from Columbus Sunday night, but I want you to know that the best thing about it was that I learned, via my Fitbit, that if you do a lap around the B concourse at CMH, you will get about 420 steps. Also, Bryant, who works for United Airlines, will not make announcements when your flight is delayed yet again. Also, United says they'll send you text updates about your flights, but those texts will be out of order and delayed in arriving. Also, if you buy some Twizzlers and a Diet Coke at the Capital City Travel Mart, it will cost you $5.98.
Also, if your husband picks you up at O'Hare, even though you're supposed to go to Milwaukee (because you missed your connecting flight, of course, and you're rebooked on a flight that leaves at 5:56 in the morning), your bag will still go to Milwaukee, so you're going to have to drive all the way to Milwaukee the next day anyway.
I'm not going to bore you with all that. I just want you to know that I think I'm going to avoid flying in late June if I can help it. Also, I want you to know that there were tears shed, but it was only because I was SO EXHAUSTED after a weekend of work and it was at about the seventh half hour delay that I just broke down. And it was only like three tears before I reminded myself how lucky I was to be able to travel at all and I ate my Twizzlers and cheered up at the thought of the sugar coursing though my veins.