The trip to the south-west.
First day: late!
I arrived on time to my uncle, took a taxi just a little too late,
and had the extreme luck of two accidents on the way... I ended up
going in the airport at exactly the time the plane left - exactly on
time! (BTW, just to wait 45 minutes on the runway...)
I was so depressed I thought all I can do is call them and tell them
to have fun, and get back to Ithaca - I didn't know re-scheduling a
ticket was easy. This story had a happy ending - I just got to
San-Diego 7 hours late, and all we lost was one day in Las-Vegas,
which everyone (besides me) agreed was a good thing.
This is waiting at the gate to "Charlotte", which I had no idea
where that is... (Too stressed to see that "NC", in Charlotte I
just asked someone what state it was.)
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