Of course I should have known. I wore a Purdue t-shirt (it must have been a gift) with one of my Notre Dame jackets to travel in today, and at the shelter waiting for the parking lot bus at the airport I commented to the guy there waiting with me that I wondered if the two together might make me spontaneously combust. I am happy to report that I didn’t, but my day certainly has.

Yep, I am sitting here in Greensboro taking pictures out my window in a Purdue t-shirt while my other clothes are taking a tour somewhere (hopefully in the States) courtesy of United Airlines. I NORMALLY fly Southwest, but that would have resulted in an 80 mile drive from the closest airport they service, but my bag would have traveled free. The irony in all of this is that I had to pay for my bag to take this trip, and at this point I am pretty sure they must give them additional flying time in exchange for that fee.

The wild part of the story was not that though. I have flown into O’Hare many times and for the very first time my gates were not only in the same terminal, but pretty close. My bet is that my bag couldn’t travel just a few gates over quickly. I think they process those bags in the same place socks are processed from the washer. Either way, it seems rather inefficient…..BUT I didn’t have to run through O’Hare for the first time in years.

But why should I worry? I am not on fire. And soon this day will be but a memory…..a bad bad bad memory. But a memory in the PAST.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!