This past week, the girls had a little vacation and Grandma and Grandpa's house in while Jeremy and I went on a little vacation to Washington DC. We tagged along with my mom while she was at a conference. Thus we got a free hotel room at one of the nicest hotels in DC and we were also able to get free airfare.
However free airfare comes at a cost. Somehow, it always does. We had a layover in Phoenix that was only supposed to be about 45 minutes. However, our plane was delayed about 45 minutes. So our layover time was doubled.
We were supposed to get into BWI at 11:35, however we got in at around 12:30. Then it took a long time for our baggage to get up to us. Then we hurried over to the shuttle service whom we had booked a ride with.
At 1:02 they told us that we would have to wait 20 to 30 minutes for another plane with some other passengers that was just landing.
Well we waited...and waited...and waited. We had to wait. It was so late that only one shuttle driver was still working that was going to DC.
At 1:48 the others arrived and we were on our way...not straight to DC. First we made a stop at a residential neighborhood to drop one man off. Then we stopped at another hotel on the other side of DC for another man.
After we dropped off the second passenger, Jeremy decided to strike up a conversation with the driver. He was a black man with an accent. Jeremy served his mission with many blacks in the West Indies and dove right back into the missionary inside him. (Complete with his West Indies accent slipping back. Ya Mon!)
He asked the man about himself. Where he was from and if he had ever heard about the Mormons. He talked to him about the temples and church and the Book of Mormon. I even found a pass along card in my scriptures to give to him. The man was very nice and receptive to the discussion about our church.
It always amazes me at how Jeremy can take a crumby situation and turn it into a good experience.
At 3:00 am we FINALLY made it to our hotel.