Panama City and Home

Yesterday was a late start to the day.  I didn't end up leaving for the day's flights until 6 pm.  I drove to Frankfort, picked up Ethan and his family, and we flew over to Lafayette to pick up Amity's boyfriend Clay, then left at 7:40 pm to head to Panama City, FL.  Ethan flew, I did the radios, and we landed down there at 10 pm our time.  I got gas, and it took them an hour to do a "quick turn" on me, and then they couldn't figure out how to bill me out, so I left my credit card info with them. 

This morning I got a call from them, how they had charged me incorrectly, and needed me to call them back.  I do, and he says they only charged me for 150 gallons instead of the 210 they were supposed to charge me for.  Except I only got 45 gallons/side for a total of 90 gallons. He said "but the invoice says 210" and I said "There's a paper that I wrote on that says 45/side and that's what I actually got in the plane last night".  So he's going to be calling me back.  Eye yi yi.  Better not charge me for 210 gallons when I got 90.

I took off at 11 pm my time, landed at Frankfort at 1 am, drove home and arrived by 2, and then didn't get to bed until 3 am.  

The last two times I had to drive from Frankfort to home at 1 am, I got pulled over by the police, neither resulting in a ticket.  This time I was super careful, knowing they are out there, and when I came up to the road I always get pulled over at, I saw the cop car, and he had someone else pulled over already.  HA hahaha.  Missed me, missed me, nah nah nah nah nah.

This morning I only slept in until 8 am, so here by 5 pm I'm already tired.  

We've been trying to get ready for the funeral tomorrow.

Well, Alonna has arrived, Tanner and Lon arrived separately, and now the Howards have arrived, Morgan, Ricky, and three kids.  So I'd better go...

On the way to Panama City

Panama City, FL

The Cop That Didn't Get Me. This time.