I am in an airport. (Kelsey just looked over at the computer, read that sentence, and said, "You are. Good job, babe!" Just one example of how encouraging she can be.)
My shirt is dirty. At some point, the rubber on the bottom of my backpack decided to melt a little. Now the rubber on the bottom of my backpack is a strange rubber/glue hybrid that attracts only black, tarry grease. I didn't notice this until after my backpack had rubbed all the black, tarry grease onto the back of the blue polo I wear ALL THE TIME (luckily I have three identical polos at home). Now the polo is probably ruined. Today was shaping up to be a sad day for everyone.
But then I had a delicious lemon poppy-seed muffin! Sure, it was overpriced. Once they trap you in the airport they do their damnedest to make sure you leave broke and terror free, but it was delicious. The muffin made me realize it's okay to have a dirty shirt on when traveling to Texas because Texas is dirty and awful and we should have let Mexico keep it. Right ya'll (get it? that's how they speak there.)? Boo Texas for some reason!
After the muffin, on the way to the concourse, my elevated mood must have encouraged the Gods of Your Choosing. The following played over the intercom:
"We have a wheelchair request at Gate C5."
"We have a wheelchair request at Gate C5."
"Third request for a wheelchair request at Gate C5."
"Please cancel that request for a wheelchair request at Gate C5."
It was an airport miracle! The patron at Gate C5 can walk again! Hopefully this is a real miracle and not a, "I'm now trapped on a mysterious island airport with people whose lives have intersected with mine because we're in the midst of a long standing battle between good and evil," miracle.
Also, my wife has made two Chris Craig references today. Whatever happened to that guy? Does he still live two minutes away from JC Penny? Is he still a jokester? Is he still wakeboarding? I feel as though there are too many unanswered questions surrounding Chris Craig.
So you stopped in the airport, subscribe to Boingo at $10/day, got a muffin to tide you over, and delayed getting your bags and leaving the airpot so you could notify us you were safe? You are quite generous.
ReplyDeleteI've got nothing to add. I just felt like Jeff might be getting tired of carrying the weight of the comments section all by himself.
ReplyDeleteTechnically I lied a little. When I typed the blog I was in an airport. When I posted it I was on a couch in Barb's apartment. I assure you I did not pay the $10 fee for one hour of internet access. However, if I knew you were all worried, I definitely would have paid.
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