Return travels

After an excellent weekend that saw a friend get married, my Detroit Tigers beat the Brewers three games in a row for a sweep, and great great weather, I had to come back to Kansas (BOO!)

The first flight was delayed about ten minutes because it was late coming out of Chicago.  No big deal.  They refueled and went back with new passengers.  I got a little anxious when we had to take an alternate flight route for some reason.  The pilot explained it, but they always talk too closely to their microphones that is hard to understand them.  So we went over Lake Michigan and came in west of Chicago.  I started to internally panic because as we were landing was the time that my second flight was suppose to be boarding.  If anyone knows me well, I have this urge to be on time.  Or be where I am suppose to be early.  After the plane landed I had to be one of those people that rushed out of the plane.  The people that need to be the first off the plane.  I felt bad because the flight I was rushing to get to wasn't even boarding yet because it was late coming in.  DAMMIT!  And, it was loading right next to the one that I just came in on.  

I felt a little bit like an ass because I rushed past several people just to stand in line again.