Thank you fake bomber guy

So, Kelli and I decided to head back to Scotland on Wed. the 2nd of July. It so happened that on that same fateful day, some sweet and awesome dude ran up to a policeman at LAX airport and told him he was a terrorist and had a bomb on him. For the next 3 hours the airport was on lockdown. Kelli and I showed up about an hour after that.

This picture doesn't really do justice to the total chaos of this situation. We got to the airport at 2, and we finally checked our bags in around 6:30. Everything was delayed for 2-3 hours, and everyone who had a layover after their first flight needed to get re-routed.



So Kelli and I (with our luggage) had to wait around for about 4 hours, most of which was in line, trying to get our luggage checked in and make sure we were on the right flight. Afterwards, when we thought that everything was fine, they sent us to the bowels of LAX, in a section I had never been before, which smelled like they let 100 freshman guys live down there for a year (and not let them shower). We got to the farthest possible gate only to find that they put us in a gate designed for a small private plane and had the passengers for a sold out 747 showing up (mostly disgruntled I might add).

All in all, it was a special experience. But I do want to thank the fake bomber guy. In all of the chaos, they let us go without having to pay for our extra luggage or the fact that we were way over weight on our luggage. They guy saved us a bundle!