Yet another reason

And there he stood: rude, flagrant, and using a lisp while talking in my personal space, after cutting me off in line. His hair was butt-parted, and his hands were flailing around in such a manner to make you question if he actually had a bone in his wrist at all. Some people just emit a vibe; in his case his vibe was a sob story laced in egotism, which spewed from his inconsiderate countenance so intensely that I actually considered puking on his a-feminine shoes. Hopefully by now you have figured it out - he was French. (for those of you playing at home, I would have also excepted "democrat" "tree hugger" "celebrity with too much money", or Sean Penn which actually would cover all of the above)

As I watched this "gentleman" argue as to why the uneducated ill-tempered man behind the North West counter should give him another flight, I sat back and pondered my own situation. I left Lynchburg at 3:25 this morning, and was supposed to be in Iowa surprising my mother for her 50th birthday right now (noon), but instead I am now on a 5 hour layover waiting to get to another layover, with my good friend frenchy and his new arch rival.

I am quickly realizing that my blog has become "the plights of Juan's travels" but oh well… the story gets better.

A brief 3 flights, and a total of 8 plane tickets later I arrived in Iowa. I showed up at my mother's house and surprised her for her birthday. I called her while I was standing outside and asked her If her birthday present has arrived yet. She said no, and I told her that UPS said that it was delivered. So she went outside to check and I surprised her. In hind sight it probably wasn't a good idea to surprise a woman on her 50th birthday, Heart Attacks and all, but it worked out just fine.