My Worst Nightmare

After the funeral we went to the Boise airport to fly back to Phoenix with a layover in San Fransisco. Our Boise flight sat on the tarmac for 40 minutes delayed by bad weather, which was bad since our layover was only going to be an hour. The flight attendants said not to worry because if we were delayed, so were all the other flights. We made it to San Fransisco early, but had to circle in the air, then wait on the tarmac for a gate. This put us in at 7pm to make a 705pm flight. We got off the airplane and just started running for our next gate. They had a moving sidewalk that we could take, and we all practically fell since it was soft and bouncing on the sidewalk. We got to our gate and no one was there. The plane had left 5 minutes earlier (supposedly). We went back to ticketing and our options were fly to Tuscon, AZ at 10pm or fly to Phoenix the next day at 6am. Since Dustin had to work and Tiffany needed formula and diapers we choose the Tuscon flight. We hung out in the airport for a few hours and then almost missed our flight home since they didn't call the flight on the loud speaker. The flight was great, we made up time and landed early. Kim's husband Thomas picked us up in the airport and we drove to Maricopa and dropped off Tiffany first just after 1:00am. Then we drove to the Phoenix airport so I could pick up my car there.

I followed Thomas out of the airport and then went on my own to the 202 then 101 freeways. Right when I merged onto the 101 freeway I felt a bump and the car started making a loud noise- the back tire was flat. I had to get off the freeway on Broadway and Price which is a horrible thing at 230 in the morning. I was able to pull the car into a nice QT gas station, but I was afraid to get out of my car since the people didn't look too friendly. I had called Scott and he wasn't much help 20 miles away. I decided that the employee of the gas station looked nice enough so I was getting ready to go inside the station when a nice man answered my prayers for help. It is not like I don't know how to change a tire- but again I was in a horrible neighborhood, wearing a skirt (from the funeral), and it was 230 in the morning. I didn't feel safe enough to do that. I stood outside with the man changing my tire, but then after getting odd looks from the other customers I went inside. The gas station employ was very nice and called the police- who said they couldn't help- so I could just wait inside while the man changed my flat. While inside, 2 men came in the store wearing pig masks and I was sure they were going to hold up the store. They kept walking right by my so that wasn't helping me at all. Luckily after a few walk-bys they paid for their stuff and left. Right after that my tire was changed and the employee walked my outside and we looked through the car to make sure no one was inside and I started to drive home. Just as I was leaving the police came- too bad they took their time. I then drove home going 50 miles an hour with cars flying past me on the freeway. It is amazing how many people are up at that hour, the gas station had also had about 10 people hanging out in the parking lot (why are people up at that hour??). I made it home and had to watch tv for a while to calm my nerves. Went to bed at 330am and up at 7am with the kids. Just thankful everything worked out the way it did.