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Karl and I went to Florida to visit his family on Wednesday. We got back this afternoon. We should have been back Yesterday at a decent hour with enough time to pick up the dog from the Kennel, watch a movie, do a load of laundry, and get to bed. But our flight out of Daytona was delayed due to a security breach at Cincinnati Airport. We were going through Cincinnati becuae Delta is pretty much the only option from National to Daytona and there were no direct flights.
So at some shift change the screeners let a backlog of x-rayed carry-ons back up and the x-ray showing a gun wasn't noticed until the bag and the gun were well on their way into the terminal. They shut down the terminal, cleared it out, made everyone go back through security, and never found the supposed gun.
Once we finally got to Cincinnati we found out that our rescheduled flight to DC had actually been cancelled due to mechanical issues. So we got to rebook on a phone there and got an "amenities kit" and vouchers for dinner and a hotel room. We had dinner, had some drinks, had the first comfortable night's sleep in almost a week (the guest room bed at the folk's place is somehow hard AND saggy), and caught a flight back this afternoon.

Florida is probably the white trash capital of the US. Not redneck capital. white trash. And in the depressed economy of a Resort Town/ Nascar haven , it's supremely expressed. Gorgeous sunsets, lots and lots of very old drivers, and teens just aching for 16 so they can finally start a family just like mom and dad.

Ohio on the other hand is a completely different kind of pit. I am sure that this was amplified by the proximity to Kentucky, but I'm sure that further toward the center it stays just as pit-like. "Slack Jawed Yokels Around Every Corner" should be the Ohio state motto.

Also: subbes' mom works at a Mariott hotel restaurant. Video to come! We could find no other explanation for the slight, brunette, middle-aged british woman to be anywhere near there.

I'm not really *tired*... just sort of wrung out. I'm home, our dog is blissfully sleeping off the 5 full days of playing with other dogs, and I can take comfort in the fact that I do not live in Florida, Ohio, or Kentucky.


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Mar. 29th, 2005 01:26 am (UTC)
My mom's actually kinda big. Maybe it was me you saw. Sleepwalking.

Hell woman, you should have let me know you were in Cinci, I would have totally shot the shit with you, or some other colloquialism.
Mar. 29th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
It was weird. It was like... alternate reality you + 30 years. She didn't look exactly like you or anything, there was just a quality. And she apologized for the bartender not having the ingredients to make a zombie (apparently they don't stock 151) by saying "well, it's Kentucky".

If I'd had a laptop, computer access, my cell phone, or even an address book with me we actually would have done just that. We were wondering exactly how close to where you were the airport was.
Mar. 29th, 2005 05:29 pm (UTC)
About an hour's drive, but hey, I've got gasoline.
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