Oh my, that reminds me of the time we circled Seattle for hours due to weather and there was no food on the plane. For some reason the a/c wasn't working well either... I'd thought that part was miserable. They kept announcing they were going to backtrack to Portland and bus us up. At one point they landed in Portland but wouldn't let us out to get food or bring food on for us.

Later that same trip my brother took us into Canada. His car was in poor shape, very poor shape, and the Canandian guard was VERY dubious about letting us in. Apparently there was some gravel in the hubcaps and we did sound dire. I was embarrassed about some of his comments about crazy, dead-beat Americans and whether we could make back out again safely. (Apparently he was having an awful day, but still!)

The worst part was when we got home though. As we walked in the door, the phone was ringing. My grandmother had died while we were on the trip. It was a total shock.