Day 10- Friday, September

The wheels touched down at 2:10 pm, 25 minutes and 3 councoourses away from our next flight.  John and I grabbed our stuffed and started down the plane’s aisle.  Me, who is much less polite than John busted through.  John, the polite one of the two of us got held up by some guy working his way backwards in the aisle looking for where he had put his luggage. 

We started our 3 concourse jog  with 20 minutes to take off on our flight to Knoxvlle…across terminal A, B, C and into the E-F concourse.  Chicago airport is ever so big!  The most frustrating is that people were lounging on both sides of the moving floor and escalator.  While John wisely chose the steps, I thought I could make it faster by walking up the escalator.  It was not to happen, people wouldm’t even move with an excuse me.  Signs in Europe direct people to stand to the right if not walking…we are our signs in the US??    I watched the top of John’s head go around the corner of concorse E-F and I was stuck behind the young bald…whoops shaved head guy (do guys shave their head if they are not going bald??) .  He paused momentarily as I yelled for him to go on. 

United was paging our names as John arrived at gate F-2.  Another moment and the door would close.   I was right behind him.  Concourse jogging in Birenstocks is not a good idea!!  John and I and our luggage made it home.  For this trip, we can honestly say, we were not that glad to come home.  The trip had been great.