Light Posting since last since last week. Sure

Our youngest rug rat graduated from college last week with a degree in Journalism and so we caught the red eye to Podunk, Idaho to witness the great event for what was supposed to be a easy out Friday night and back Monday morning flight. When we landed the pilot discovered the ground crew had grown tired of waiting and went home for the weekend and so he and the co-pilot unloaded our baggage while I wondered how the pilots were able to leave the cockpit w/o opening the passenger door. Someone finally brought the passenger ladder and the steward opened the door and wished us all a good night and get out. I resisted the temptation to ask the LOL inquiry of "did we land or were we shot down". Just as well, 48 hours later when we tried to embark again the same pilot informed us that we were grounded as a certain Kid with a giant wad of bubble gum had sabatoged the jet and we were not going anywhere. Despite pleas from the passengers that we could all hold our pee for one hour and 24 minutes the pilot refused to take any chances and of course all 80 passengers missed their connecting flights. Someone , higher up the food chain, realized they were going to have to foot the breakfast and hotel bill for 80 angry passengers while the sabatoge was corrected and ordered the pilot to take off immediately without a working toilet. Big deal, we thought, that was our idea from the first get-go now it was too late to catch our connecting flights. Genius! As we disembarked through the gate at the next airport I heard the flight attendent announce "passsengers on flight 123 to San Antonio are encouraged to go to toilet now as your passenger jet does not have a working toilet." Oh yead, we got back Wednesday.