I had an hour to kill at Pittsburgh airport. Thanksgiving, and three out of four gates seemed closed. It was eerily quiet. I took a stroll, and couldn't find go

I had an hour to kill at Pittsburgh airport. Thanksgiving, and three out of four gates seemed closed. It was eerily quiet. I took a stroll, and couldn't find good coffee close to my gate, so wandered off to some other wing. Some minutes before boarding time, I started walking back to my gate. The gate staff was furious. "Hurry up! Where have you been?!" I was perplexed. Boarding time hadn't even started yet. There had been no speaker calls, at least not where I was. "Hurry up! The pilots want to leave early!" Yeah, and I don't want to be yelled at for keeping to our agreed time. So I guess that evened out. No one got what they wanted.