The hotel's shuttle bus dropped us off at the terminal. As we walked to the door I realized that I'd left my purse on it. I ran into the road and waved the shuttle down.
Even though we hadn't eaten we checked in and went to a flight that was scheduled to fly directly to Salt Lake City. We were scheduled to fly from Detroit to Atlanta then to Utah; arriving after 10:00pm more than 26 hours later than expected.
All six of us made it onto the 12:15 flight to SLC; ironically, with three seats in a row and two the row ahead on either side of the aisle. Only Bri was off by herself.
We arrived in SLC at 2:20pm which is either 17 hours late or 8 hours early depending upon how you look at it.
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