Here we are, Monday afternoon, waiting to get on a plane back to Ohio. The reason we look so happy here is because, at this point, we don't know that they won't let us on the plane. But soon after this picture is taken, we find out that while they can't get us to Ohio, they can get us to New York. (What will we do in New York? We don't know; nor, do they.)
We got to New York Monday evening (there's a whole crew of us not wanting to be in New York) and wait and wait and wait for our luggage to arrive; it never does. We go to a ticket counter to try to get home. Apparently we'd "just missed" the last flight to Ohio for the night. We book the earliest flight out Tuesday morning, 6am, and decide to stay at the airport. There was food, bathrooms, and concrete floor. But, hey, it was free. Not the food, the floor.
This is how our trip, basically, ended (well, except for our bags not being in Ohio, but that's worked itself out by now). Even though the last two days were no fun, the trip as a whole couldn't be spoiled.
We got to New York Monday evening (there's a whole crew of us not wanting to be in New York) and wait and wait and wait for our luggage to arrive; it never does. We go to a ticket counter to try to get home. Apparently we'd "just missed" the last flight to Ohio for the night. We book the earliest flight out Tuesday morning, 6am, and decide to stay at the airport. There was food, bathrooms, and concrete floor. But, hey, it was free. Not the food, the floor.
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