I flew to Grand Rapids, Michigan, last Wednesday. I had the displeasure of being crammed into the airplane within earshot of a snotty preschooler with a bad attitude and a screamy infant boycotting sleep. I arrived in Chicago desperate to breath cool fresh air, but the Chicago airport was stuffy and teeming with people in a hurry. And it was impossible to find a doorway leading to the great outdoors.
I waited two hours for my flight to Grand Rapids. That flight lasted less than an hour and deposited me in a tiny airport. I rode a shuttle bus to the Ramada when it became apparent my friend was still on the road and couldn’t pick me up as we’d planned.
No matter. On the shuttle were two other women who were also attending the same conference.
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. . . to be continued. (It’s not all that exciting, really, but if I don’t publish this portion of the story, my toilet paper post remains the last thing I’ve said and . . . really? REALLY? I’m so busy but I’m going to write about my jaunt to Grand Rapids. Eventually. Maybe even tomorrow. But tonight, I’m going to bed because I’m spending my morning with a two-year old. It’s complicated.)
6 thoughts on “So, I flew to Grand Rapids and wanted to parachute from the plane”
Well, this is one person waiting to hear about the rest of your visit. Thanks so much for the photo, Mel! Loved it!
This makes two! 🙂
Two hours in Chicago? I could have come and entertained you –
A two year old coming to visit? What – did you lose all sanity on the airplane and give them your address?
I try to avoid the Chicago airport.. it’s so big and busy. Unfortunately I have to fly through at times.. My 87 year old mother really hates to go there and refuses unless someone is with her.. which is usually me. Also she doesn’t like to fly alone so I’m often given the task of going to Hawaii to fly with her.. how bad can that be?