Last week I had some travel I had to do for business. It required me to be in Phoenix, Arizona for exactly 24 hours. That meant I had to work fast. Like, Dallas STAT Delivery fast! Unfortunately, it happened to turn into the most stressful 24 hours of my life outside of labor. (‘Aint nothing like labor!) It began with a disastrous trip out of Dallas, thanks mostly to our Commander in Chief who also was trying to leave Dallas at the time. Apparently the President’s flight is a little more important than mine. The city of Dallas did not want a repeat of November 22, 1963, so they blocked off all roads heading to the airport, as well as the Tollway. Also, since he wasn’t exactly flying Southwest, they shut down the airport.