My sister describes her trip back to Philadelphia from Chicago (she was supposed to go home Sunday night, and when last I had heard was scheduled at 6:45 am tomorrow):

I got a 10:30 flight somehow, on American Eagle. I found it by calling last night and asking if there was any possible way to get back and she was like "Yeah sure, I'll put you on the 10:30 flight," as if that were normal...

The lady told me I had to have a window, and she hoped that would be ok. And then I discovered it was a window AND an aisle. Three seats across in the entire plane! I felt like I was in a lego plane.