On Coming Home
The time on my flight to Chicago went by smoothly and quickly. I read, ate my BK Big Fish sandwich with cranberry juice, knitted, listened to my MP3, journaled, and it was time for the landing. However, once I landed in Chicago, it was a different story. Everything just went wrong. First of all they gave us the wrong baggage claim number so I was waiting at the wrong area for 15 minutes before I realized that no baggage was going to come out of baggage claim #7. Luckily our bags were just one baggage claim number over. (Note to self: Never buy black luggage again. Hot pink is preferable.)
Once I finally located my luggage, I stepped out into the refreshingly cool Chicago air and began looking around for my dad. O'Hare has three different lanes on arrival; one for car rental and hotel shuttles, one for prearranged taxi or limo services, and one for personal pick ups. Apparently my dad did not know this because he was looking for me in the wrong lane. I waited for an hour and a half by which time the air had turned cold. Of course my dad doesn't have a cell phone so I finally ended up taking the taxi home. It was really scary to watch that meter run. Whether we're moving or not, it kept increasing by 20 cents every 10 seconds. The 20 minute ride home cost me $27.
It was too late to go to my sister's house and I was badly in need of some nourishment. After a satisfying home cooked Korean meal, I had a nice chat with my mom and dad, and fell asleep.
The time on my flight to Chicago went by smoothly and quickly. I read, ate my BK Big Fish sandwich with cranberry juice, knitted, listened to my MP3, journaled, and it was time for the landing. However, once I landed in Chicago, it was a different story. Everything just went wrong. First of all they gave us the wrong baggage claim number so I was waiting at the wrong area for 15 minutes before I realized that no baggage was going to come out of baggage claim #7. Luckily our bags were just one baggage claim number over. (Note to self: Never buy black luggage again. Hot pink is preferable.)
Once I finally located my luggage, I stepped out into the refreshingly cool Chicago air and began looking around for my dad. O'Hare has three different lanes on arrival; one for car rental and hotel shuttles, one for prearranged taxi or limo services, and one for personal pick ups. Apparently my dad did not know this because he was looking for me in the wrong lane. I waited for an hour and a half by which time the air had turned cold. Of course my dad doesn't have a cell phone so I finally ended up taking the taxi home. It was really scary to watch that meter run. Whether we're moving or not, it kept increasing by 20 cents every 10 seconds. The 20 minute ride home cost me $27.
It was too late to go to my sister's house and I was badly in need of some nourishment. After a satisfying home cooked Korean meal, I had a nice chat with my mom and dad, and fell asleep.
2 Comments:
oh my.. what an adventure to go home? glad to hear you've arrived safely!
oh, man, erik was telling me about it last night. not the best way to spend your first 1+ hour in chicago, but glad you're there safely!
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