Erin Gibson

It got worse then better.

When I found out there were no more flights out of LA to Detroit, I left the airport. I got on a shuttle to the lot I parked in only to discover that I lost my iPhone. I was on the shuttle with a woman amazed at how warm it is in LA and dying to talk about it. Meanwhile, I am crying from the stress and the mounting dread of loosing something I am painfully addicted to. I get in my car and retrace my steps. I went around twice and the second time I saw a super shuttle worker holding it! He saw me drop it and was waiting for me to come back! I parked my car super illegally and jumped out and hugged him. Then I went to my passenger seat to get my wallet to give him a tip and 5 pairs of underwear fell out of my car (the passenger seat was piled high with the contents of my backback and duffel bag, evidence of my freakout) I hugged him, gave him $20, picked up my underthings and went back to the parking garage to repark cause Blieden got me on a later flight. I am back at the airport, 3 hours early for a flight to Las Vegas. I have been in Lin for 45 minutes and have not checked my bags.