A Series of Unfortunate Events.

I woke up to the sun peeking over moutains on a chilly June morning in Utah.

It's now dark, hot, humid, and flat here in Arkansas.

Home sweet home?

Our trip home did not go off without a hitch.

We got to the Salt Lake City airport early and had time to buy Utah shirts and Temple booklets.

Our flight left on time and we relaxed comfortably as we flew into the central time zone.

Then Memphis happened. I seem to never have good experiences in the Memphis airport. Kaylee and I grabbed some lunch and then headed to our gate. The screen said, "Boarding to Little Rock, AR"

I smiled and handed my boarding pass to the woman behind the desk.

"Oh, that flight has already left."

Kaylee and I exchanged glances.

"But it's not supposed to leave for another 10 minutes."

"Well you should have been here 15 minutes early."

"When does the next flight leave for Little Rock?"

"7:30, but it's full. There's one tomorrow morning at 9:30."

"So are we supposed to just sleep in the airport?"
"It's not our fault you missed the flight."

I was not about to argue with this woman. We plopped down on the floor.

And then proceeded to call everyone we know.

Kaylee's dad (our hero!) made the 3 hour drive to Memphis to pick us up.

Meanwhile, Kaylee sweet talked Delta into a partial refund.

And painted her toenails.

I edited pictures, of course.

Our problems were not over.

We drove to the Little Rock to get our luggage that had gone on without us.

We went to Delta Baggage Services and of course, no one was in the office.

I could see my sage green suitcase with its cute Target purchased luggage tag.

And I wanted it, and I wanted to go home. (Or back to Utah.)

After having a woman page Delta over the airport intercom twice, Kaylee's dad went to find someone to get our luggage. Someone did and I got my sage green suitcase.

I miss Utah.

C jane's post made me sad.

I was just there.

Happy Hour Horror.

If you live in one of the 34 states home to Sonic Drive-In, you are very familiar with a thing called Happy Hour- half-price drinks and slush's.


Customers love, love, LOVE it. Carhops hate, hate, HATE it. Why? This story explains every reason why us carhops loathe the hours of 2-4.

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It was hot. Oh, it was hot. I quickly flung up the wrist my scan bracelet was on and scanned another order. We had finally slowed down and Happy Hour was (thankfully) coming to a close.

I looked at the ticket. Station 1- the very end of the lot. I turned to look through the windows. They were the only car on that side, and they parked at the very last stall. This was the first of many annoyances with this particular order.

I gathered their two Route 44 Dr.Peppers and marched out the door. The sun was beating down and my skin was sticky from the thick, humid air. Arkansas weather blows.

I finally reached their car and pasted on a polite and cheery smile. I asked her how she was. No response. I read her receipt and handed her the 88 ounces of Dr. Pepper she ordered. No response. I read her the price. She flung a credit card at me.

Second and third of annoyances. #1: Pay with your credit card at the stall. #2: It is always nice to respond when someone asks you how are you, or to at least say thank you.

I walked away with a subtle eye roll and a good mind to never bring back her credit card. I enjoyed the few seconds I was inside where there was a hint of air conditioning and then trudged back to her car, passing all other empty stalls on my way. It spiked my

annoyance even more, really.

"Here ya go, ma'am. Have a nice day!"

No response. No tip.

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?

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I will admit that I get annoyed a little too easily when it comes to Sonic and customers, but I think this would have angered any carhop. Especially a carhop that is sweating. Profusely.

What should you have gotten out of this?

#1 Park closer

#2 Use your words

#3 Tip at least a quarter.

Yours truly,
a very annoyed carhop

Hello, I'm Sleeping!

7 a.m. Monday

"Autumn, where's the camera? I need it for work!"

Asleep. As most teenagers are on winter break. "I don't know!!"

"Don't yell at me!"

"Get out of my room!"

"Did you lose the camera?"

"I don't know!"

"You better not have lost the camera!" And she storms out. Thank God.

Listen parents, college people are not conscious at 7 in the morning. So any conversation you have with me I will likely forget about. In this case I remembered because it was very traumatic. Yelling at me in my sleep-induced state? Not nice.

In actuallity, I know exactly where the camera is. Once I was awake, of course.

Needless to say, the early morning argument was not necessary, and should never happen again.

So write this in your parenting books- never wake up a sleeping person on winter break to ask where the camera is.


Telling a teenager the facts of life is like giving a fish a bath. -Arnold H. Glasow