I love Delta and Delta loves me

I flew to and from Charlotte on Saturday. Sitting in the Charlotte airport Saturday afternoon, waiting for my return flight, a storm was raging on in Atlanta that resulted in the cancellation of my flight. I didn't know this however. Me and my Rubik's Cube were just passing the time - blissfully unaware - grooving to the new Muse tunes. Then I got paged to the front counter and was told, "We're booking you on a flight to Atlanta." No kidding. It was then explained to me that my flight was cancelled, that the previous flight was the one sitting at the gate, that people who were going to miss their connections (in Atlanta) were being pulled off, and precious Medallion members from my flight were being re-booked on the earlier flight (which left at the same time that I was originally scheduled to leave). So despite my cancelled flight, I still arrived on-time. I love Delta. Most of the time.