We Can Laugh Now, Vol. II

So anyhow, we continue with our travel story.

We got up at 6:00 the next morning and were on the road with a fast-food breakfast by 7:00. The trip into Alabama down I-20 was uneventful, save for having to drive through Tuscaloosa (our destination) to the airport in Birmingham to drop off our rental car, pick up a second rental, get our luggage, drive *back* to Tuscaloosa and check in to our hotel at about 3:00. We soon realized that the hotel we checked into was better than the one we left in Shreveport, but not by much.

So over the course of three days, not the four we'd planned on, we looked at houses and apartments, ate some outstanding food, did some church hunting, started to learn the territory, and met some really nice people.

Tuesday was the second travel day. We'd gotten off to a good start for our late morning flight and were well on our way back to Birmingham to return our car when we got a text message telling us our flight to DFW had already been canceled. Swell. Fortunately we were able to board a flight later that afternoon, so we only spent several hours waiting instead of an entire day.

The flight from Dallas, in and of itself, was uneventful. It left about 9:00, getting us back to KC about 11:30. Remember that noise we heard getting into the parking lot? Turns out two travel-weary people now had a flat tire to contend with. In the KCI parking lot at midnight. It's June in the midwest, so it's still steaming hot, and the sweat just poured off me as I worked to get things done. Someone driving out of the parking lot graciously shed some light on the matter, so that was very helpful.

We finally made it back to Ann's place in Manhattan about 2:00 the next morning, so I didn't get back to work in Clay Center until noon Wednesday.

We are able to chuckle about it now, but just about anything that could have gone wrong on that trip did. Wow.