Running Off to Tarsus

I'm not sure what to think any more. Whenever I'm out with Free Servant, something has to happen with our travel plans. Back in September on our maiden voyage the van we were driving blew both of the rear tires. This Christmas on the way back from TF we ended up being storm-stayed for 7 hours in Minnesota. As we made our way back to Steinbach via backroads. It was asked who was the "Jonah" among us that was causing all of this trouble.

After yesterday's flight(s) I think the finger is clearly pointing to me.

First our flight was late leaving Grand Forks, which meant that we late in Minneapolis for our connecting flight. We had 20 minutes to go from one end of the airport to the other. We made it thanks to a guy in a golfcart who took us down the last couple of concourses. We arrived at the gate and boarded just in time.

As we were preparing to leave the pilot came on the radio and said there was a technical problem with one of the systems. An hour later they came to the conclusion that would need to replace the part and we were all asked to debark. We waited 2 more hours for the next plane to come in. After that we boarded that plane only to find out that they needed to do some work on that plane as well because the cold had frozen up one of the systems. An hour or so later we were finally flying to Atlanta only four hours later than expected.

I wonder, who is Jonah?