Only a Little Left in Minneapolis

Waiting for the last leg to start at gate C22 of Hubert Humphry International in Minneapolis (MSP), Connie and I have no legs after 23 hours of running through airports, security screenings, and being packed like sardines in various aluminum tubes called airplanes. We were fortunate at LAX -- only a couple flights of stairs and a short walk between security and our gate.

Of course, I got put through the wringer again at security. The lady running the scanner decided to see if she could shake me by changing up the body scanner procedures and yelling at me when I did not move fast enough. Shoes on, shoes OFF, no metal in the pockets became nothing in the pockets. She actually put her hand on her gun when she saw I had left a dirty hankerchief in one. They then proceeded to inspect my wallet, removing every item and tried to crowd me out of observing their actions! Once it was clear I had nothing, they let me pass with that "we know we just picked on the wrong person but we'll catch you next time" attitude that lets you know they messed up going overboard on the wrong person. Oh well! Connie had been collecting my stuff and we rapidly recombobulated before enjoying some McDonalds.

The flight from LAX to MSP was fairly smooth, but we hobbled off the plane, worn from the journey, to discover we were at the end of terminal F and our next flight was in terminal C. My legs buckled. That journey is a good fraction of a mile. Someone at Delta deserves a Christmas present from us, however, as they had one of those electric golf carts waiting for us. We rode in luxury. Now we have an hour's wait plus one more in the air and we are back in Madison!