Damn Muthafu**a, why?

I know that's a catchphrase for much later in my trip, but it's fitting for my traveling day to the DC Invasion...

I got to the Milwaukee airport about 4:40 and sat at my gate, waiting for the sun to come up when I realized that I had only printed out half of my boarding passes.  I had the one from Milwaukee to Boston, so I went to the agent to ask her to print my other pass from Boston to BWI.

She said well, I could do that, but I have a flight about to leave in 5 minutes, that's a straight flight and I'll go ahead and upgrade you to business class.  Ok, cool. 

She calls down to the luggage and explains what my suitcase looks like, so they can switch planes.  In the back of my head I'm thinking, I did curbside check-in.  My shit is probably all the way in the back...

Anyway, the flight was beautiful and I touched down at BWI at 8:44 am instead of 1:55 pm.

I stood and waited at the baggage claim until the same two little red cases kept passing me by *Damn muthafukka why?* and I realized my bag went to Boston...

I go fill out the form for my lost luggage and catch the bus to the car rental terminal.

I stand in the Hertz line, papers in hand and I get up to the desk and hand them to the clerk, who then asks for my credit card.  I hand it to her (mind you, this was already paid for through Hotwire, right?) WRONG!  They wanted an additional deposit above the rental price.  Guess what?  I didn't have it.  My kids started school the week before and uniforms and school supplies ain't cheap.

So I go sit in the terminal and try to gather my thoughts.  I sent a text out to 4 folks and Unka B called me within seconds.  He asked what happened and before I could get it out good, got totally overwhelmed and started bawling.  He told me it was gonna be alright, he was gonna make a phone call and call me right back.

Less than 5 minutes later, Unka O was on his way to get me.  I was frustrated, overwhelmed, tired and felt like shit.  So I sat on a bench in the passenger pickup area til he got there.  I coulda kissed him (then I probably couldn't have gotten rid of him  j/k) when he got there because I hadn't even met him before and here he was picking me up.

Looking at the pic above, I must've fallen asleep in the car *eye roll at O for snapping the pic*.  One of my best friend's Mysteeque texted me asking if everything was cool, I let her know I was in good hands, when O looked at my cell phone and said "Damn, I didn't know they made rotary cell phones!" *punk* Just because I don't have a crackberry...pfft.

Anyway, he delivered me to my hotel safely and into the hands of my girls.  Yes, I was rockin the hell outta my Obama shirt through it all!

To be continued...(and pics posted later)