We got up and shuttled back to the airport, in fear we’d end up with the Detroit Mafia again. Thankfully, they were nowhere to be found. Our shuttle driver was awesome; he told us all about his days traveling around the country playing soccer, and the couple times he’d been to Minneapolis. For once, we met someone who didn’t first associate the Mall of America with our home. He dropped us off and we checked in with no problem. The flight even seemed to be on time!

Since we had some time to kill, we spent our Delta vouchers on breakfast and coffee, and shopped in the airport. I made a beeline for the Kentucky store, because who doesn’t love Kentucky? I got me a tshirt. The girl behind the counter asked where we had come from, then said, “What’s the Bahamas?” Ugh.

When we got to the gate, they were again asking people to take travel vouchers to be bumped, because the flight was overbooked. There was no way in hell we weren’t getting back to Minneapolis on that flight, though. Well, maybe for $500. Apparently you can’t bargain with the gate-people, though.

Dear Delta, you suck possibly even worse than Northwest Airlines, but your in-flight snacks are WAY better. Keep up the good work! Love, Jenni

my straw-market bag!

best bahamas kentucky souvenir ever!