Back in Memphis

October 16th, 2006 · Comments · Family, Home

In all of my years of life (over a 1/4 century!) and all my years of flying on planes (as opposed to flying on anything else), I have never missed a flight….EVER!

Well, that couldn’t last my whole life could it? The most important flight in my long life and I missed it. The woman at the gate, in an almost too chipper voice, told me “you just missed it by a minute…maybe two!” Now was that supposed to make me feel better? Cuz if it was, I think that totally flew over my head. It put me in a worse mood.

So here’s how it was supposed to work out: I wake up, parked, go to my gate, sit on a plane and then two hours later, I was back in Memphis and hugging my family again. Here’s how it actually worked out: I woke up, I DROVE for two hours (to an airport that is 45 minutes away), parked at a much more expensive lot ($9 per day versus $30 for the entire time I was away), I sit on a shuttle for 15 minutes, I finally walk my ass into the airport and RUN around, looking at all the boards for my gate number since it wasn’t on my ticket…guess what?! No gates listed for my flight…super. So now I have to educatedly guess which security check point I’m supposed to go through and after that, guess which tram I’m supposed to take. So I eventually get in the correct area (gate) and am informed that my plane JUST left, like milliseconds ago. Now I am booked on a different plane. Now keep in mind that I was supposed to be on a direct flight from Orlando to Memphis. Now my new flight is SOOO much better cuz I get to go to Minneapolis and then to Memphis. Somehow, my 2 hour flight turned into 5 1/2 hours AND a 90 minute layover.

But after all that, I’m home and Aaron’s loving it. He keeps hurting me though…yesterday, when we were playing, I said “Aaron, I love you” and he replied “No go bye-bye daddy”. I told him that I wasn’t going anywhere as I walked away shedding tears. My son must be scared that I’m going to leave him for a month at a time everytime I tell him I love him. It makes me want to cry even thinking about it again.