It was the best of times, it was the Southworst of times aboard Southwest Flight #479 to Las Vegas this afternoon as I, once again, realized why I "never" fly Southwest. The fun began when I arrived for my flight, which was supposed to leave at 10:15 a.m. "It's delayed," said the Gate Agent, "We're currently showing a departure time of 12:10. Why don't you check back with me at 11:30." So, I walked across the aisle to Starbucks and drowned my sorrows in a Grande Half Caff. When I returned at the appointed time to check status, the Gate Agent smiled at me and said, "Oh, your flight is long gone. We ended up finding a new plane and boarded whoever we could find. We'll try to get you on another flight." "Hmmm," I replied, thinking of the luggage I had checked and the meetings I had scheduled. To make a long story short, quite a few other people were in the same boat. Then, again, maybe I would have gotten to Las Vegas faster if I took a boat ...!