I was stuck with the middle seat on the plane, rather than window. One of the guys next to me was noisily eating an incredibly stinky salad, which smelled through the entire five hour flight.
The rental car company didn't believe that I'd really paid for my rental car. The booking agency denied it too - and yet, the money, she is gone.
I got wicked lost trying to find the hotel. When I called 411 to get the number of the hotel to call for directions, they told me it didn't exist.
The hotel has the wrong reservation dates, prompting me to spend an hour on the phone with hotels.com at 1AM to straighten that out. I got a room that was two doubles instead of one king.
Never the less, here I am on the East Coast again. What's remarkable about the difference beteween the East and West coasts is how very little is actually different. But there's NYC, I can see it from my window, I'm right on top of the Lincoln Tunnel.
