Insane in the Airplane

As I write this I'm sitting in a plane at O'Hair, waiting to go back home. The flight is delayed because of bad weather in Cincinnati. 

When the pilot announced the reason for the delay people groaned loudly. Then the guy behind me said, "Someone (meaning God) hates me!" He then called his wife to complain some more. 

How insane are humans?! Should we instead risk it? Should someone (meaning God) disrupt the weather pattern so we can make it home on time? Doesn't it make more sense to be thankful that we have technology that lets us know when not to fly into a specific area? Doesn't that technology help raise the odds that we will get home?

Sheesh!