- My taxi bill from the hotel to the airport was much lower than when I arrived, so I am pretty sure the first taxi driver seriously overcharged me.
- They made me check my bag because it was “too big to be a carry on” - never mind that it was a carry on in my first two flights.
- I got a middle seat, in between two relatively large guys.
- I had a connection in Minneapolis, one of my least favorite towns.
- We landed in the farthest gate ever, and it took me forever to walk back to baggage claim - carrying a bunch of stuff.
There was one reason why my trip back rocked:
It allowed me to be home!
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