I say supposed to.
We get up before the sun at 5:30am. Hit the armory for the guns we had turned in. Then head over to the pallet and load up our bugout bags. After turning in sheets and being checked out of our tent we move to the favorite places of all travelers the Terminal.
Side note: I find it interesting that when referring to a disease that will kill you it's called Terminal as well. Aptly named.
Our flight was originally scheduled for 9:30. Then we were told it was moved up to 8am and then moved back again to 9:10 and it starts to rain and thunder, and we are given an indefinite time. We had a gig at our next stop at 3pm. That is slowly being cancelled as the minutes slowly tick by. So after a lengthy wait it was decided that we would stay put and try again tomorrow. So what do we do.
We wait around for the people to pick us up from the terminal!!!
All of our bugout bags are thrown on to a pickup truck along with a few of us.
We get new sheets and head back to the tent we were living in the past few days. I love my new blanket.
So we will try again tomorrow to go to what was supposed to be our next stop after the place we were supposed to be in tonight.
I would really have to title this post "SUPPOSED"
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