So, apparently, 6:55 is not the same thing as 5:55.
Which is when our plane to Arizona left. Without us.
And yes, we did have our elegantly packed snack bags.
Not so elegant was my hysterical weeping at the ticket counter.
We're booked on the next available flight out.
Which would be Sunday afternoon at 4.
And yes, we ate at home. This project sucks.