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We flew out of Kansas City on a 9:00 pm Southwest flight to Dallas. Yeah, I know it was late flight. Hey, it was cheaper. The challenge with the plan was 1) we couldn’t take the DART to the motel since it was so late and 2) the hotel didn’t have shuttle service to and from the airport. There was only one other option: take a cab.

The flight in was not that great — the taking off was fine, but the descent to Dallas Love Field was a killer on everyone’s ears. Much worse than I had experienced on any other flight that I could remember.

We got off the plane trying to get our ears working again. We picked up our luggage with no problem and headed out to the pickup area. It wasn’t long before a minivan taxi pulled up. Perfect. We get in the car and tell him we want to go the Red Roof Inn. He mumbles something that I couldn’t understand and takes off. I’m glad it was late because he was all over the road. I knew where the hotel was in relation to the airport. It seemed like he didn’t even know where he was going. I quizzed him a about the location at the Red Roof Inn. He snapped at me, saying something like “You doubt?” We made it there fine. Whew.

Our room was nice except for the musty smell.

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