I did get safely to the rental car parking lot with the vague directions I had been given, and one gas stop. The rental people were much less concerned with my broken mirror than they were with the guy who had a truck pull out in front of him. My credit card insurance should cover it anyway, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
I got to the airport at 11:00 or just after. I got a sandwich, then went to check my bag. We had a trainee in our line, a guy who looked a lot like John Cleese, only without the sense of humor. Security was a breeze, then I turned in my VAT stuff (at three different locations). By the time I went through the US customs line, I had about an hour to wait at the gate.
We got into Chicago about 30 minutes early, but it took another four hours to get home. Waiting for the bags was the longest, since everyone has to claim their bags. If they are traveling on, they then recheck them. That means everyone is standing around waiting, not just those that were stopping in Chicago. Then there was a line to turn in the customs card, then waiting for the shuttle driver, then the drive home (in Chicago rush hour traffic).
And tomorrow it's back to real life.
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