We made it home earlier this morning/last night at 2:00am. It was an interesting trip.
LAX was quiet. Too quiet for your typical Sunday. But our flight was more booked than I’d have expected… maybe 65% capacity.
Ryder was a pain, but not as bad as he was on the way there. Oddly, the woman sitting in front of him was just as much of a pain, passive aggressively complaining under her breathe, intentionally reclining her seat toward the end of the flight, and becoming increasingly louder with her “he just keeps kicking!!!” mantra.
Apparently moving over literally one seat, to the empty one next to her, was too much to ask. Apparently, taking any number of the many empty seats on the flight was also too much to ask.
I’ll never understand people.
It was apparently near impossible getting a Lyft or Uber from DTW. One couple had been waiting almost 30 minutes. We need an ‘XL’, so I guess we got luck. Our was there in just 10 minutes.
But the ride to DTW on our way to LAX a month ago that cost us ~$80 cost us $115 today. Ouch!
All Clyde, our driver, could talk about was COVID-19. Nobody was driving, and apparently the only reason he was out was because he heard a rumor they’d be shutting down “the apps” in the next few days. He was trying to make some money before they did.
His mask sat idle in the drink holder.
It was nice to get home to a familiar, toasty house. We kicked the heat on via our Nest app before wheels up in LAX. And it looks like we’ll be spending the foreseable future cooped up inside.
What a time to be alive.