Finally made it home. Late, but better that than never. Now I can breathe a sigh of relief as I am back in the world of the sane... having just come from the stockyards in concourse C of the Cincinnati Northern Kentucky airport. Now I'm in line to get out of the parking lot and what appears but some guy standing outside his car hollering profanities at anyone who will listen. He is in a really big hurry and I guess he figures the more he cusses and hollers the faster the line will move. Honking his horn frantically seems to really get things moving along. So much for getting back to the land of the sane!

This morning I had to rent a car for another trip tomorrow. What happened to the Enterprise guy with the white shirt and tie? Mine said, "come down here and pick up your car!" When I get the car, I notice there are still some belongings in the back seat from the last people who "tried" to rent the car without a credit card. That didn't work so they went back home. I now get the wonderful car. After getting this "credit to the four wheeled motor world" home the phone rings and it's the guy from Enterprise (still not in a white shirt and tie) wanting me to bring the car back because the trunk is full of these past idiots belongings!

Do I have a black cloud following me or what?