Sunday, April 11, 2010

Ignite Church Missions trip to Haiti: 15 March 2010: Day Eight

We have utilized some logic and have everything that need be checked go in one bag instead of multiples. I also met an interesting fellow from Philadelphia. He seemed to have read the Constitution and resembled a young Chuck Norris.

For some reason, Bernard accidentally grabbed the wrong cell phone when leaving the house and went to switch it back . . . he didn't make it back to the airport in time to make the flight.

Arriving in Florida, myself and Sarah grab some pizza and set out to finally find out what a "fancy" is. The person told us it was a muffin . . . we were disappointed. We then, having went out of our way to leave the 'secure' area, decide to get one of these "fancies". Being kind, she offers to let me decide which "fancy" to procure with the caveat that should I choose the Honey-Nut-Whatever, she would punch me in the face. My response was, of course, that should I choose that one, I would deserve to be punched. I chose the Double-Chocolate, to which Sarah agreed. We then headed back to the terminal, having the "fancy" x-rayed along the way.

Getting on board the plane takes way too long. In attempts to avoid paying fees for checked bags, many passengers take too much as carry on and the flight is delayed just long enough that when we get to DC, we find our plane to Pittsburgh has already left without us. Some people flip out and yell at the Airport workers.

After the situation gets sorted out, sort of, we look for a place to hunker down for the night. The Airline offers a free flight the next morning, but we either have to sleep in the airport or pay for a hotel . . . we chose the airport. Myself and Cory begin scouting for a spot when we come across a bar (that's closed) that has the Lakers game (that's really the only thing that Cory was worried about) on the TV. He pulls up a chair and watches while the rest of us gather in the airport chapel for the night.

In the morning, and after our new flight is delayed an hour, we finally make it back to Pittsburgh. Once home, I spent most of the rest of the day sleeping.

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