We got up, checked out, and rolled our bags over to Beauregard’s parking lot to find him entirely surrounded by other vehicles. This instilled a little bit of panic since we were cutting it a little close for our flight, but I caught sight of the parking attendant as I headed over that way, and he waved that he’d be right there with the keys.

Extricated from the parking lot, we set off toward the highway. We’d been on and off the exit in the car or in cabs a few times, but it was still a lot more complicated to get to than we thought. We sat in traffic, made some u-turns, were detoured by construction, and by the time we finally got on the highway, I was really starting to worry. The airport is quite a ways from downtown, and we still had to drop off the car and take the shuttle to the airport.

It turns out I had nothing to worry about: when we got the airport to check in, we found out we’d been bumped, and would be spending an extra couple of hours there. I was pissed, but ultimately it was for the best: we’d have been running for our original flight, had that not happened.

We passed through security and stood in a very long line at the only actual restaurant that was open. We had a subpar lunch and then got on the plane, which was now taking us to Cincinnati instead of Atlanta. Matt got to experience the joys of the Kentucky airport (which is actually quite nice), and Delta got us home around our original time anyway. So as much as I want to curse them, I’ll just have to save that til next time. And there will be a next time.

Here’s the souvenir box I assembled when we arrived home! You can see our growing collection here.