When flying back to Wichita I got STUCK in Denver. The flight left SLC 1.5 hours late and yet they PROMISED I would still make my connection. LIE, LIE, LIE! Thank goodness Leesa Stiemle was on my flight so we could keep each other company as we tried to sleep in an icebox, ie: Denver airport. Too cold to sleep. If felt as though I was in the Langoliers airport. Kinda freaky when all there is is a few cleaning people and a few security guards. Definitely desolate.