You think you’re crafty leaving the Thursday before Thanksgiving, assuming the airport will be nothing but you and some lonely Starbucks baristas.
Then you get half a mile from the drop-off area and traffic’s stopped. Check-in takes an hour. Security is another hour. You need to put Icy Hot on your shoulder because it’s so sore from carrying the 70 pounds of luggage you packed into a “carry-on” duffle. Looks like you weren’t the only one who thought you were being crafty.