Where the hell do I start?? Let's be chronological, shall we?
So I did not have my license.
Overslept.
Forgot my thermos of coffee.
Mom has my birth cert. So we have a slight respite from the chaos that is oozing all over the place.
Airport security basically touches everything I have on me with wands, chemical probes and gloved hands. (note:Mom takes picture and is laughing somewhat quietly yet maniacally to herself.)
Keep in mind, I am wheeling her around in a wheelchair. (another interesting respite from tbe chaos...preboarding with the old lady!)
Finally get on the plane, Mom picks the wrong row...Jeebus! When does it end??
Drop my used gum in the seat pocket in front of me. Oops!
Getting ready for takeoff I ask the ol' lady if she has the number for the driver for our pickup...cricket...cricket...
oh shit! No, apparently not. We are hemoraging silliness,forgetfulness,caffeine deficiency and just plain stupidity... But at that moment we just laughed!
I guess I just feel lucky to be able to make this trip with her. It's that simple.
It'll all work itself out.
Jane and Meth...if you are reading this just remember, I really am a good tour mgr. I swear! Honest!
2 comments:
Thank the gods your mom had your original birth certificate, or she'd be flying solo ... :}
It's hard to tour manage yourself, isn't it? :)
I'm sitting here waiting to see if either of our Delta flights this evening is going to be cancelled ... fun fun fun!!
I feel for you. Reminds me of a similiar mishap that I had....believe me it was even more bizarre...so glad it all worked out for you.
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