My wife had bought me a Sword of the Catholic Kings letter opener, which would have been a good thing to put in the checked bag rather than a carry-on. It doesn't make the flight to Milan.
Daytime flights back from Europe seem interminable, not just because they are long, but because of flying with the time changes. The clock advances two hours on our nine hour flight. It doesn't help that one of the movies is Monster in Law. Just glancing at it inadvertently, without the sound, is unpleasant.
Finally back at O'Hare, we find that even vacuum-sealed Spanish pork can't come in.
As the shuttle train to the parking lot is rounding the curve, it shudders and makes a "panic stop." My life passes before my eyes, at least the part where I come back from this trip to Madrid only to die when the O'Hare parking lot shuttle train jumped the track.
Unironically, it starts up again.
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