Aaaaaand this dude is home. I showed up at Palm Springs Airport this morning thinking the Vegas line on me making it home tonight as scheduled were about 6 to 1. But, a small layover (and insignificant delay) in Chicago Ohare and here I am.
Overall the trip wasn't too bad. On my leg from California to Chicago, they did manage to stick me next to the only other person on the plane bigger than me. It's always one of those moments. Maybe you don't know what it feels like, when you have to duck to enter the plane, and 80% of the seats are already filled, and as you walk down the aisle people are looking up at you with this fear in their eyes, a fear that says "please God, don't let his seat be next to mine". It's a funny feeling. But then your eyes connect with that one dude that knows where you're coming from, because he himself just made the same shameful walk down Main Street. And then it happens. My eyes glance down to my ticket and then up to the numbers lining the storage compartments, and, at the same time, we realize. Fate has put us together. Right smack together, shoulder rubbing, knees banging together, and the next 4 hours the two of you are going to be like siamese twins.
Other than that I can't complain.
Well, except for the fact that I had to prepay for long term parking in Palm Springs. That price tag came to $186... if you read my previous post, you'll know that I showed up without any cash flow. I had $180 to my name, I had had my buddy Shawn cash a personal check earlier in the week and that was all that was left. Luckily the guy at the gate was in the Christmas spirit and spotted me the six bucks. So now I'm traveling halfway across the country with no cash, no credit card, and no checks...translation: recipe for disaster.
Knowing that I was not going to have any money for food I began devising a plan to steal a piece of cardboard and make a sign that read: "Marine Combat Veteran: Lost money and cards, need cash for food". Really? I was going to do that? Probably not. I mean, I have gone a couple days without food in my life (ie. Sniper school, Afghanistan, etc.), so I hope it wouldn't have come down to that. Luckily it didn't matter, because I hit up the USO at O'Hare. And, on a side note, if you don't know what USOs are or what they do, look into it. The sweet old ladies that spend all day baking goods just to take them to USOs at their airports so servicemembers have a snack are the best people in the world. I really do love old patriotic ladies, they might be the coolest demographic out there.
So, here I am. Rocking out in 3 degree weather, Bettendorf, Iowa style. Good to be home.