Here I sit in a hotel room, miles from home because of a supplier screw up. Ended up driving 9 hours to make an delivery to tied our customer over until the rest of the raw goods come in. But I am in great sprits about the whole thing. Why? Because on the way home is Boswell's. Due to a screw up, which I found out about less than 12 hours before the change in schedule, I will hopefully be picking up a new pipe tomorrow along with some tobacco! Always a good weekend and a an obvious silver lining! Edit: I guess a better title would be unplanned. Only unfortunate because it was the word that came to mind originally.