May 31, 2004

The last day.  We had been hustled by the London crowds and had McDonald's endanger our lives by refusing to open the walk up window at night.  Instead, they had us use the vehicle lane.  We were only one mile from our terminal at the airport.  It seemed so close.  The airport shuttle, that one paid for, was not running on time.  Michelle and I missed one of them because we were inside inquiring as to where the bus was.  That bus driver would have made an Indy pit crew look bad.  It was in and out in under 5.4 seconds.  We finally caught the next shuttle and when we got to the airport, British Airways had decided to close the gates early.  We were dumbfounded.  Luckily, BA hooked us up on another flight that arrived a few hours later.  We were so ready to be back home.