I hear the Gilligan's Island theme song playing in my mind as I'm writing this... ("A 3 hour tour...")
Holly's flight yesterday that was supposed to take 2 hours ended up taking 15 hours instead. She left here at 8am and arrived in Knoxville at 11pm. I could have driven her up there from here in 10 hours! On top of that when she opened her suitcase at the hotel she had to wring the water out of the clothes inside because they'd left the suitcase out in the rain somewhere along the journey.
Ah - the joys of flying. Makes the Chicago city bus system look attractive!
-- Larry