Can't handle it!

Western PA can't handle a little snow! Joanna was supposed to come home tonight. Her plane was on time. Everything was as it should. Then the Pittsburgh Airport decided to call it a night a little early. They couldn't handle a most expected job. They didn't clear the runway of slickness. So even though Joanna was flying right above my head here in Pittsburgh, the pilot couldn't handle a landing. They had to go to Detroit, put everyone up in a hotel and send them here tomorrow morning. I miss my wife! I can't handle it!