It had one good part: despite all the stuff going wrong, I did manage not only to get Daughter #1 back down to school, but got her to her 2pm class with a whole 5 minutes to spare. When we were heading out the door, I didn't think we had a snowball's chance in Hell of managing that.
The worst part: somewhere in the last half hour or so of my having the rental car and returning it, I lost a ring that my Mom had given me about 20 years ago. I wore that on my right pinky every f'n day (it was a heraldic crest for the Barlow family). Due to the cold, my fingers shrank, and it was quite loose (I was adjusting it on the ride home). I suspect that it came off my hand when I was tucking in my shirt after hitting the restroom at the car rental facility at Midway, as it wasn't in any of my pockets (where it might have also pulled off) or in my gloves. What are the odds of a gold ring getting turned in to a Lost & Found at a major airport? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Sucks to be me. As usual.