No.  Icelandair had their plane breakdown.  What ensued was a day of mass confusion, people behaving like animals, and boiled chicken with gravy.  We rolled into the airport well ahead of time and waited for them to open the ticket counter.  When they did the line got quite large and wasn’t seeming to move.  A random gathering of people started forming off to the side.  Then rumors began spreading of a delay.  Before long we were told to run downstairs and fight each other for random available tickets on other airlines being distributed by a third party.  This consisted of half the people being civil and forming a line while the other half just attacked the front.  The people working would randomly shout out ‘four for new york!’  The first four people to throw their passports at the guy would get the tickets.  Neima and I were heading to Seattle which we later found out had no available tickets until the next day.  We were ushered into a restaurant, told to wait for info and served boiled chicken in gravy gumption goodness.  I wasn’t too happy with the way things were going so I decided to go bug the ticket master.  When I got there I saw a lady getting a ticket to Seattle even though supposedly no tickets were being given out yet.  This turned out to be very fortunate for us since we grabbed a morning flight instead of having to wait possibly another day or two.  They ended up getting us hotel rooms, dinner and breakfast.  I decided that I was no longer in Paris but rather the principality of Charles de gaulle.  We flew out the next day on delta direct from Paris to salt lake which was pretty cool.  Eleven hours and four movies later the fat lady finally sang her sweet song.