Just two weeks ago I landed at Minneapolis-St. Paul International airport as the Twin Cities were gearing up for the Final Four Finale, and it was kind of a crazy scene. Things were considerable calmer here this afternoon, dead almost, and as Heidi and I hiked from Terminal G to the baggage claim, I was hopeful that we would be out on the curb, in the car, and on the way to my mom's in no time.
The gathering crowds circling the carousels should have warned me otherwise, but it took a good ten minutes before we discovered that Air Force One was on the tarmac with the chief aboard, and that meant that all ramp traffic was on hold. Our baggage would not be on its way until President Trump was on his way to a campaign rally celebrating tax day.
In an attempt to keep informed about a situation where I was powerless, I turned to Twitter. President Trump, will you please hurry up and get out of Minneapolis airport so we can board our plane to go home? pleaded Diane.
Finally, a reporter on the plane tweeted that the TV coverage of the fire in Notre Dame had captured the president's attention, but that he had disembarked. A little while later the harsh triple honk of a conveyer belt being activated drifted down the cavernous baggage claim, stranded travelers jumped to their feet, and we knew it wouldn't be long before we would be on our way.
The gathering crowds circling the carousels should have warned me otherwise, but it took a good ten minutes before we discovered that Air Force One was on the tarmac with the chief aboard, and that meant that all ramp traffic was on hold. Our baggage would not be on its way until President Trump was on his way to a campaign rally celebrating tax day.
In an attempt to keep informed about a situation where I was powerless, I turned to Twitter. President Trump, will you please hurry up and get out of Minneapolis airport so we can board our plane to go home? pleaded Diane.
Finally, a reporter on the plane tweeted that the TV coverage of the fire in Notre Dame had captured the president's attention, but that he had disembarked. A little while later the harsh triple honk of a conveyer belt being activated drifted down the cavernous baggage claim, stranded travelers jumped to their feet, and we knew it wouldn't be long before we would be on our way.
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