October 9th, 2017. Phoenix, Arizona.

I royally screwed the pooch by not factoring in the 6 hour layover in Minneapolis to our ride back, so they couldn’t scoop us up. That’s good. If I can’t figure out how to work a calendar, I deserve to walk back from the damn airport.

There isn’t much more grim than spending midnight to 6 AM trying to sleep on the floor of a Minnesota airport while the most annoying living human screeches “MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE, THE AIRPORT POLICE DEPARTMENT WILL BE CONDUCTING TRAINING IN TERMINAL 1. AGAIN, THE AIRPORT POLICE DEPARTMENT WILL BE CONDUCTING TRAINING IN TERMINAL 1” over and over again, every five minutes. Dude must’ve gotten laid off from Abu Ghraib. I was ready to flay him with a potato peeler by hour 2.

The featured image is the highlight of Phoenix. I swore I would never return to that awful place. If I need to go back to any of the cool places in Arizona, I’ll drive in from New Mexico.

Never again.