I finished up early in Cleveland yesterday and finagled an earlier flight out of town, saving me seven hours of time! Unfortunately, I was beginning to feel the effects of a stomach bug that has made the rounds through the family. I was sitting in a packed plane back to Raleigh when my breakfast tried to jump ship. I made it safely to the lavatory before things got out of control, though it seems my fundoplication surgery has left me shooting blanks in that regard. I’m amazed I made it two years before finding that out.
As miserable as I felt on the flight back, I couldn’t complain since two hours earlier a police officer at the Cleveland airport was shot by a deranged man before the man was shot himself. The mood at the airport was somber, with the shootings obviously on the staff’s mind. Security was tighter than normal, too, with things as small as beltbuckles triggering the metal detectors.
I’m glad the cop is going to be okay. Situations like this really make you appreciate their service.