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Beth's favorite times
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| I picked up Beth and we drove back to my apartment. We weighed our luggage,
locked up my apartment, took a taxi to Memorial Union, and caught the
bus to O'Hare Airport.
We almost left our luggage on the street. The driver loaded our baggage in the cargo compartments, boarded the bus, and collected fares. Then he started up the bus and pulled out. We drove about 50 feet and he pulled over to the curb again. He got out and slammed the cargo doors shut. (Is that the way airlines lose luggage?) Beth had a momentary fright on the trip. The driver was wearing a blue shirt, and as the bus sailed down the highway, for a moment Beth had the impression the driver was walking back down the aisle - leaving the wheel, but it was another man in a blue shirt, heading for the lavatory. It was a premonition ... The driver did have to use the lavatory, in fact, but didn't attempt any daredevil stunts. He announced an unscheduled stop at the Des Plaines Oasis. At O'Hare, we caught a shuttle to the hotel, checked in, and went to Carlucci's restaurant for salad and pizza. My parents drove over to see us off, and the four of us visited for a while in the hotel lobby. |
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