Back from California

The trip was going to be awesome. We had flying and an air show on the agenda. Then my father had heart problems. I got sick and in sunny California it rained. I couldn't really go site seeing. I spent a day in my hotel room. The flight back was awful. I got a middle seat. While the man next to me was rude and took up two places in the overhead compartments instead of using the space under the seat in front of him, I had my legroom shortened because I put my one carryon in front of me. I shared my cold with him. By the time the plane landed, I heard him coughing. Ahh...sweet revenge.