Once we got into the cab, Chris started begging the driver to outrun the shuttle we should have been on. "That van, right there! Please get to this address before they do!"
Well, that didn't happen but Chris gave me the credit card before we pulled into the lot and I asked the guy to stop the van the moment that we pulled onto the lot so that Chris could go into the building and do his big guy yelling. He was number 2 in line. As I waited for Chris to come out, I paid and tipped the cabbie, and helped him unload the trunk. He was kind enough to help me get everything unloaded and to the other side of the drive so I didn't get hit by a car. And now I wait. Well, that didn't take long! Chris comes out the door and points to the irritated guy walking out behind him. "He is going to get our car." Words I have been waiting to hear for the last 24 hours. We loaded the car, packed our hatchback, and started on the long trek to see our 4 legged furball and for me to go to bed so I could go to work in the morning.
We need to stop for gas, drinks, and food. Airplane food is kinda like hospital food. You take what you get and eat it because it is the only food there is. The nearest WaWa was 10 minutes away, which seemed like an hour away at this point. Water, soda, subs, chips, and the knowledge of finishing this long journey were just enough to get me through the lengthy drive home.
Pulling into the drive, 25 hours after we started, I hear a cat cry, feel my body shut down, and my brain beg for sleep. It is 10:45pm EST in Clearwater, Florida and I patiently wait for the jetlag to kick in. 3 days to the weekend and I may not wake up until then. Good night!
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