We should be home right now. We should be doing the things we normally do at 10:23 am – like working, doing laundry, cleaning house – you know, that real life stuff that I actually miss when I’m traveling.
Instead, we’re trapped in Chicago. In a hotel that is not nearly as nice as the City Centre was (more about that once I am home). I’m on the floor because there isn’t a plug near the table except the one Prince J is using to charge his gameboy. TW is sleeping on a pull out couch. Prince J is sleeping in a roll away bed. Michelle is in a room of her own, somewhere high above us, probably griping because you have to pay for internet and I didn’t give her my credit card info when we finally got her into a room just shy of midnight.
To all of the flight attendants in the world, I have some advice for you. Do not open the rear hatch during those last flight checks. The slide will deploy and an already overbooked flight of people will not be happy with you. Oh no, they won’t be happy at all.
what is that under the slide? sorry y’all are stuck…we’re waiting for blogher stories – get home safe 🙂
Grrr to the idiocy that has caused you to be at a bad hotel. Hurry home.
Oh, what a lousy end to what sounds like a fabulous couple of days!
Have a safe trip home!
Oh. Oh dear.
Oh, good lawd. What was she thinking?