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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Getting off the ground

Here's the start of my vacation stories:

The trip to the frozen tundra went better than expected.  There wasn’t any rain, and I only got one insult about my figure, two long “you need to go back to college” talks, and one tearful, “Where did I go wrong in raising you?” 
My dad was unhappy that I spent too much time with my mother, and my mother was unhappy that I spent too much time with my dad (big sigh, “I’m just trying to have a good attitude about this.  Hrmph”).  Sometimes I wondered why I bothered going up there, since I can disappoint everybody equally well from SC.  Also, it’s warmer here.

The trip got off to a fun start.  I had lunch with a friend, and she drove me to the airport.  I have to say, the drive got me in the mood for the trip, because it was almost exactly like being in a Chicago cab, except without swearing.  At the very first stop light, I could hear my luggage sliding forward in the trunk as I planted my feet and braced my hands on the dash.  I made it to the airport in record time, although my hand was cramped from its death grip on the ‘oh shoot’ bar.  I dove way into the trunk to get my luggage from where it had embedded itself into the back of the rear seats, hugged my friend goodbye, and turned to go inside.  As she sped away, my phone buzzed in my pocked with an automatic update from the airline informing me that my flight was delayed an hour and a half.

Since I was already abandoned at the airport, I went inside, checked through security, and went to the gate.  I confirmed that my flight was delayed enough to miss my connection in Detroit, and went to the ticket counter to see what they could do.  There weren’t any other flights going to within 75 miles of where I wanted to go in WI that would get me there that night.  The gentleman was talking about having me leave tomorrow morning and get there the next afternoon instead.  However, I found out that it was mechanical issues holding up the flight, so I said that wasn’t good enough, and I needed to be in WI sooner.  The gentleman said that I could fly to Detroit tonight and see what happened, and if I missed my connection, they would put me up in a hotel in Detroit, and get me on the first flight out in the morning.  They’d also provide me with $18 in food vouchers.  SCORE!!!!!  You know what they say about too good to be true, though…


  1. I hope you had a good reply to the insult about your figure. You shouldn't take crap when you're on holiday.

  2. I would like to state, for the record, that your figure is just fine!

    Also, yay for free hotels!

  3. Thanks for the support!

    For the record, the insult was, "Wow you look thin - you must have lost 10 or 15 pounds since I saw you last. But you have no chest! You're completely flat!" Since I was surrounded by people, I was way too mortified to reply at all. The response should have been that my proportionate real ones are just as good, if not better than, your gigantic fake ones.