Travleing Daze: Part Two

We had a great trip. I want to start this post off with that. We spent 5 great days in a beautiful area, ate some great food, saw some amazing things, and most importantly, spent some quality time with family. It's really too bad that it was all punctuated by this day.

The day started normally, with Steph and I saying our goodbyes to Kathie, Josh, and Noah, then driving the 30 miles or so to San Luis Obispo airport. We arrived with plenty of time, returned the rental car without incident, then made our way to the check-in counter. This is where the fun begins! Our flight was delayed. This was a bit stressful, as we only had about 40 minutes in between connecting flights, but the woman at the counter assured us that it was only a slight delay, and we should be able to make our flight to Chicago. The flight was an hour late. Needless to say, we assumed we missed our connecting flight, so when we arrived at LAX, we went to our original gate area to try to catch another. Guess what! Our connecting flight was delayed. Yes, both flights were delayed. This wasn't too bad, but we did have to wait for about an hour and 1/2 in LAX for our connecting flight to arrive. All in all, our traveling was delayed nearly 3 hours. Wow, pretty bad, right? Not so fast! The fun had just begun!

Steph and I boarded the bus to Rockford, and right before the bus was ready to leave, a woman and her daughter got on the very crowded bus and sat right behind us. The mother proceeds to call every freakin person in her directory and talk at roughly double the volume of a normal conversation. This went on for about 1/2 hour, then, after Steph stared at her for about 5 minutes, she stopped on the phone and began talking non-stop to her daughter about the most inane nonsence I've ever heard. They had a 5 minute conversation about whether or not VH1 was on basic cable. I'm not joking. And of course, the daughter was just as oblivious to her surroundings as mom, so she was essentially talking as loud as possible for about an hour straight. I can only equate this to paying $17 to be kicked in the groin for about an hour and 1/2. Crude, yes, but very true.

Well, like I said in the beginning of my little rant, we had a fantastic time, so I guess the torture of traveling for 12 hours was a small price to pay for 5 great days. It's good to be home!