I've been in Atlanta since the 26th. I came off of a wonderfully turbulent trip on a teeny tiny plane. Images of Flight danced in my head as I watched the rain streak across the window.
By the grace of God, we landed safely at Hartsfield. Unfortunately, there was literally no space on this ridiculous excuse for an airplane so we all had to pseudo-check our bags in. However, we had the "convenience" of picking up our bags on the jetway right outside the plane exit (I had to look up the word jetway, which I found from an article entitled "How to Board a Plane"). So I got to spend 20 minutes waiting for my bag while attendants yelled out VERY general descriptions of our luggage ("Black suitcaaaaase? Anyone have a black bag?")
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That's a jetway, y'all! I also learned the word "tarmac". Tarrrrmaaaac. Short for tarmacadam. If you knew that, I would be impressed. But there's no way you knew that.