Saturday
Time to go home.
Leave early, no traffic, nearing airport. No gas station anywhere. Damn. Nearest one was 2 miles away. Ridiculous. And of course the credit machine wouldn't work. At least check-in was easy. So now we have 2 hours to wait. Some shopping, then the arcade.
Accidentally hit the button for Galaga instead of Ms Pac-Man, so I can't report to Carlson on this one. The good thing was this machine had the speed turned up. I did quite well (level 21 I think, but not my personal high of 27). Now off to the concourse.
After going through the 'tube' we come out to a line. More specifically, what I think the Million Man March must have looked like - if they did it in 2 single file lines. So we go to the end. And look, here's the gas station!
Being there was fun, getting to and from was not.
Clay "my feet still hurt form that" Berry