The day started like this:

THE most Jetsons restaurant ever, originally uploaded by daradactyl.

We headed out to LAX, excited to be going on our Mexican Vacation. But the traffic was worse than expected, mostly because of detours due to the wildfires. We got to LAX an hour before the flight. We quickly got in line to check the bag. But it was the wrong line. They didn't accept international flights. So they directed us to another line. But it was much longer. By the time we got to the self-serve terminal, it was too late. We couldn't do self-check in, so it told us to see an agent. There were several, all of whom ignored our requests for assistance. That's when I started crying. I don't normally do that in public, but I was completely losing it and besides I thought it might help the pity factor.

Finally, someone looked through our papers and directed us to another line where we would have to wait to get rebooked on another flight. And so off we went to another line to wait for 90 minutes to get an agent to rebook our flights. If we had been directed to the correct self-serve terminals in the first place we would have made the flight.

So there we were in LAX with 24 hours to kill. So we spent a few of them at Encounters, the Jetsonesque restaurant in the middle of LAX. As you board the elevator, creepy theremin music serenades your ascent. We sampled all the drinks and decided it might as well be a 6 day vacation instead of 5........