Another Lucy and Ethel Moment
After a whirlwind weekend of hanging out in my office at work, watching Lo play with the turtle at my house, and having lunch with my mother and grandmother at Doc Green's, it was time for Minus-Five to return to her much less exciting life in New York. Her flight was at 9:10 p.m., and we left in plenty of time to stop off at Anne's, buy a year's supply of cigarettes in Hapeville, and still get to the airport by 7:00. Which we did.
Biggy had planned to take Lo for pizza, so I had another hour to kill keeping MF company while she smoked a carton of cigs. We sat on a bench outside, near the AirTran baggage check, and enjoyed some stellar people watching and problem solving, such as one woman's Ford Tempo dying curbside and three twenty-somethings trying to figure out how to get themselves AND their Buick-sized luggage into a Mercedes McLaren. In the meantime, we discussed everything from how feet get so dirty in Manhattan to why women wear thongs, during a conversation that lasted until I noticed it was 8:45 and suggested MF should probably head toward the terminal.
I was about twenty minutes into my drive home, reliving the finest moments of the visit (showing her the courthouse where I got my divorce and driving by the Big Chicken) when my phone rang:
TR: You did NOT miss your flight!
MF: Oh yes I did.
TR: You've GOT to be kidding.
MF: Are you going to make me spend the night in the airport?
TR: I'm turning around now.
When I pulled up right beside where she was standing on the sidewalk, she was too busy talking and smoking with her new best friends to notice, so I had to call her. She got in the car, and I waited for her to tell me what I already knew--that her bags were headed to LaGuardia, and we needed to stop by Walgreens to get hair products.