October 10, 2008
Danny, from an Airport, tonight
I’m sitting next to my gate … and I’m listening to a conversation between a mother, father and “the brood” (two small boys and a girl). The mother proclaims “I haven’t been able to go to the GD bathroom all day! Can’t I have a minute without my 2 year old?” To which the father looks dumb-founded. The kids are kids (although a little red-neckedy). Rambunctious. Wanting to look out the windows. I imagine I’ve invaded their space.
All I can say is … “thank God for First Class”. 5-10 more minutes, and I’ll be in the comfort of a fresh vodka drank (note the tense of my noun).
Can’t wait to see mah hunny…
XOD
PS – “don’t you DARE touch that” just came out of momma’s mouth. She still hasn’t gone to the GD bathroom.
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Golly, and Danny didn’t offer to look after them young’uns so’s their ma could go to the GD bathroom?
Me, I woulda been similarly inclined. Pining for the seclusion of the FIrst Class section and a vodka. And another. Vodka.
And mah hunny.
Danny’s now boarding again, after a layover in Dallas. He just called to say he wished he had a video camera. There’s a long line, the gate agents look bored, they’ve practically got their heads laid down on the desk. They were “holding” the plane for a contingent from somewhere that just arrived. I wish I had an MP-3 of the conversation we’ve just had, to share. Seems he’s traveling with look-alikes for Michelle Obama, Hal Holbrook, Swifty Lazzar (sp?) and others. I was giggling.
He’ll be in the house around 12:30. I’ll be long asleep. But he’ll give me a smooch when he gets home and all will be right in the world for me.
Ah, a layover in Dallas. I recall a few of those.
I haven’t had the pleasure of a bit of time in the dunny without a toddler barging in for quite a while.
I am never more convinced that the human race is doomed than when lodged in the guts of commercial air travel. I am drawn to the abject however and I think that’s what keeps me going. That and smooches from mah own hunny…
Dallas is the worst. I was only there for four hours in the airport when I was 16 but those were some soul-searching times. Everyone around me fell asleep. It was 9 in the morning. I would tickle my friend’s nose so she would wake up and then she yelled at me.
I wonder if anyone made love to that poor woman tonight. Let’s hope not.
A little update. Last night Danny was home. He said,”[he] didn’t know to make it clear in [his comment] the Mom didn’t say “God-damned” she said “Gee-Dee.”
Gee-Dee. Oh, aitch-ee-double hockey sticks, is that good.