Chicago Trip part Dos

So the 2nd part of my trip only has to do with the plane ride home.

I do realize that I am not an experienced traveler and I am sure that there are more eventful plane rides.

But this is my blog and I am going to tell my story.

After a hour ride on the Merta from our new hometown to sign mortgage papers (I think I signed away our next child) and then another hour ride subway trip. I made it to O'hare! Don't get me wrong I actually like Chicago's public transit. I am just proud of myself doing the whole thing BY MYSELF!

In the 3 days I was there I have grown in my public transit self esteem!

I met some really interesting people on the trains and never once did I feel in danger.

Now back to the story.

The plane was to leave at 8:15.

We first got delayed to 8:55.

Then we got delayed to 9:15.

During this time the passengers started complaining.

Now let me tell you how amazing our God is.

Next me I met a girl named Megan, in front of me I met another lady named Claire. We started talking together... well, because we had nothing else to do.

I brought up that I live in Nashville but moving to Chicago. I mentioned we were moving to Geneva and Megan perked up saying that she just moved from Nashville to St. Charles 8 months ago.

Let me explain something. There are 3 cities together that local people call the tri-cities. They call them the tri-cities because they run all together that you can't actually tell when you move from one city to another. These cities are Batavia, Geneva, and St. Charles.

I asked her where she moved from.

Guess...

Yep, Murfreesboro.

She asked what church I went to and then asked who the music minister was. When I told her Russ Lee. She practically stood up and said "Ok, Katie. Let me tell you what a small world we live in. My dad use to sing with Russ Lee in NewSong."

My best friend in middle school's dad was one of the original members of NewSong. I ask her if she knew him and she said that her dad replaced him.

Isn't that just neat?!

Her dad is the music minister of Christ Community Church in St. Charles.

I am thinking that God wants us to visit that church...you think?

Well the 3 of us, Megan, Claire, and I had the best time just gabbing while waiting to get on the plane.

So finally at 9:15 we were able to board the plane.

As everyone was boarding the plane a fight broke out.

I cannot make this up.

The fight was between a 3 year old and an elderly man.

I am serious.

The elderly couple didn't speak english and got in the wrong seat. The mom of the 3 year old started talking to the couple telling them they were in the wrong seat.

The 3 year old was a little anxious and stepped on the elderly woman's foot and with her reaction I think it really hurt her. The elderly man pushed the little boy to get him off of his wife.

Well the mom was livid. She demanded that the couple be removed from the plane. So we had to wait for the airport police to come on board and listen to what happen and decide who would get taken off the flight.

Now I am all against childhood abuse but in this case I was more in favor of getting home to my bed.

Needless to say the rest of the passengers were NOT happy with this mom.

45 minutes later we finally pulled away from the gate!

Now of course as luck would have it as soon as we pulled away from the gate a bad storm hit.

One that had tornado warnings in the area.

Wonderful.

We waited 20 more minutes for the storm to pass.

We then had to taxi in line behind 14 other planes to take off.

At 10:54 we finally took off.

Right before we took off the pilot told us to tighten your seat belts.

I thought that was interesting to say but didn't think much about it.

He wasn't kidding, I was literally glued to my seat cuz he took off so fast.

Then the storm was still around us and we flew right through it.

For 5 minutes straight I moved up and down from my seat. If I wasn't seatbelted into my seat I would have hit my head numerous times on the luggage thing above me.

It was actually never a smooth flight.

I was talking to God contantly. Mostly asking that I wouldn't throw up on the seat in front of me.

I didn't throw up but if it wasn't for the seat in front of me I would have slipped out from under my seatbelt from the force of the plane stopping so fast.

Once we got in the air the pilot flew what would have been an hour and a half flight in 50 minutes.

The pilot apparently wanted to get home as much as we did and all of us passengers felt as though we had all narrowly missed death.

We all kissed the ground when we got off the plane.

Needless to say I will be driving the next time I have to go to Chicago.