Leave = ROAD TRIP

I survived crossing Oklahoma last night, so that leaves me with just...Missouri to Michigan. Ugh.

Have you ever, late at night and desperately in need of gas, on an Oklahoma toll road, pulled off when you see a gas station? Only to encounter one of those "pay with exact coins only" little automated toll things? When you have plenty of folding money, but not two coins to rub together? How would you handle that? I know how I handled that, but I'm always interested in public input.

This means something

but I'm not sure what it is.



I scratched my head over that one for a minute at the local CVS, then shrugged it off and got back to driving around, eating ham sandwiches and hurrying home to beer.

I [heart] leave.

Note to self

The next time I fly ANYWHERE, I have got to remember some sort of decongestant.  Because, apparently, I am now incapable of getting within 100 yards of a fixed-wing aircraft without developing a massive wad of mucus in my head.  I feel almost as sorry for the poor dude sitting next to me as I do for myself.

 

Interestingly, did you know that German keyboards (at least some of them) reverse the position of the Y and Z keys?  And hide the question mark?  Who'd'a thunk it?

Progress

And then the Air Force says, "hold on, there IS a plane!" And there
is much scrambling, and much waiting, and....eventually...

One reaches another place to wait.

But this one has a 24-hour coffee place.

Head, Wall, Repeat

So...our soldier trying to go on leave encountered the great "canceled flight." Poor soldier, filled with rage, is wandering aimlessly around Higher, trying to find another flight, and becoming such a pain in the ass that perhaps Higher will even help find a flight.

I love this job.