That plane in the middle of the tarmac? We were supposed to be on it. Our prior flight was delayed and we landed in Minneapolis at 5:10pm with our connecting flight set to leave at 5:20pm. Of course, our gates were pretty much the furthest apart they could possibly be, and we were sitting in the very back of the plane, and nobody listened to the flight attendant's instructions to remain seated if you didn't have a close connecting flight to catch, but we tried sprinting through the terminal anyway just in case the flight was late (well, Nathan sprinted the whole way, I lagged behind about half way there - sprinting is not easy after the week of eating we just had!) only to arrive at our gate to see our plane just leaving without us.
They got us on the next flight, which was slightly delayed due to mechanical problems and de-icing, so we ended up leaving Minneapolis after 10:30pm, arrived in Grand Forks at around 11:45, we were in our truck by midnight and walked in the doors as home around 2:20am, in bed and asleep by 3am, which actually felt like 4am after the time change - almost 22 hrs after we got up to begin our long day of travelling.
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