Luggage in detroit... No

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On my way back from Tampa to the Detroit airport, hooray! One problem.

Detroit airport is the worst airport in existence.
My family and I get off the plane, wait 20 minutes for the plane line to move, then go to the baggage claim. Turns out, the Detroit airport staff are COMPLETE AND UTTER IDIOTS. They pile every flight that came in at night (11:30pm by this time, very grumpy boy at this point) onto one baggage claim belt (the little conveyor belts that do doughnuts with your luggage). Don't use the other 5 that are completely open and fully functioning. That would be too smart for them.

Skip about until midnight, and then our family starts to get annoyed. Our baggage isn't on the belt. My dad checks in with the office to see if it has our bag. Cue elevator music.

1 hour later.

The office of the airline we flew reached the BRILLIANT conclusion that our baggage was lost. So we lost a ton of stuff ( not really, just my sister's makeup, my dad's clothes, and my sandals) and learned that we wasted an hour and a half for NOTHING. So, we went outside and waited for a shuttle bus to take us to our car.

Bus was 15 minutes late, which I can't really blame for. They had a pretty busy night (airport busy at 1am, huh) and so they got a fresh bus for us.

Warp 20-25 more minutes into the future, and we find our car. I finally thought we would get a break.

NOPE!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPEEE!!!!

Guess what?! THE GOSH DARN CAR'S BATTERY IS DRAINED!!! GAAAAH!!!!

How much bad karma did I have today?!

I did catch a crab at New port Richey...

Anyway, my dad got BACK onto the shuttle, and the driver went to get him some jumper cables.

Let's just say it was 2am by the time we got the battery jump started

I fell asleep about 10-11 minutes into the ride, woke up to us ordering McDonald's, fell back asleep, then woke up at our house. At 3am. Yaaaaaaay......

I ate 5 chicken nuggets and a mcdouble in the space of about 45 seconds.

Plopped on the bed about 3 minutes after.

Moral of the story: just use a carryon when flying Detroit.

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