Friday, May 01, 2009

My Airline Tradition

We woke up before the sun rose to head out to the airport to fly to New York City. But this time, Gram and Grampa came with us. So we all woke up at 4 AM and headed to the airport.

At that early hour, things went really smooth. Security check was a breeze. The terminal was right there. And we boarded without incident, all of us in one entire row on Virgin America.

But then something happened over Utah.

You know what happened.

It always happens.

Sorry, Utah.

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