dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- welcome home I left work early yesterday to go pick the kid up from the airport. There was a lapse in sanity and I missed the parking garage and was going to just drive around and get back to where I started, but I missed that turn off, too. Jesus. I’m a moron sometimes. I was almost in Mt. Hood before I figured out how to get back to where I belonged and parked in a spot I knew I would forget about the moment I entered the elevator. I had to go to the Southwest desk to get a pass to meet the kid at the gate. Her plane was due to land in five minutes and the maze of a line was packed. I snuck up to the front and begged the people first in line to let me go first. They were sympathetic, but annoyed. I speed walked toward the gate and about a jillion people were in line going through security. I had to use more emergency cutting tactics and was rushing down the moving sidewalks saying “Excuse me, excuse me”. I’m sure everyone in the place wanted me dead. I made it to the gate just as the doors were opening and had just caught my breath when I saw the kid’s sunset hair. She saw me and smiled a huge smile and rushed up to give me a big hug. Her freckles are now from hairline to chin and her little nose was peeling. The first thing she pointed out where the American flags on her new socks. She was not happy about this, but I know what it’s like to try to argue with my mother. There are plans to deface the things. I missed her like crazy. We headed to get her bags when she pointed out some insane woman from her flight who was wearing some bizarre beaded headdress. It seems that she wouldn’t stay in her seat and was yelling at the crew. Oh, the joy of crazy people on airplanes these days. Not funny. Crazy lady stood next to us at baggage claim and I could tell by her eyes that she might possibly be a couple sammiches short of a picnic. That and the fact that all of her luggage was small appliance boxes held together with bungee cords and twine. We finally got her stuff and then wandered around the parking garage until we happened upon the car. For some reason that particular parking structure confuses the hell out of me and it always feels like they have turned it around while I was in the airport. At home she unpacked all her loot and it seems my mom sent her home with a ginat sack of change. Yes, change. I don’t get it. It wasn’t any clearer when I talked to my mom later and she tried to explain. I happy the kid is home even though by 8:00 last night she was rolling her eyes and telling me how mean I am. It was too damn quiet without her. 12:45 p.m. - July 15, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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