My work day ended early and I took a car to the airport with them, laughing and joking about everything from
spittoons to chewing tobacco. As we pulled in to the airport, our Town Car driver took the time to roll down the
window and yell at a limo driver who he felt was not following procedure making a dropoff.
“You’re a limo driver, you’re a LIMO DRIVER?”
"NO, you’re a
*expletive!* A dumb, stupid
*expletive.* “ “You’re no limo driver!”
We all had a fabulous laugh and hugs all the way around as we went to our separate terminals. I was alone as I
strolled in to Delta to check in. I was about 3 hours early for my flight, but that was fine with me. I had a nice
book to read, and I was just thrilled at the success of the day.
reading my book and nibbling on an appetizer of an interesting bean-based chili with Fritos lining the middle of the bowl. My quiet time was
short-lived. In walked a brother and sister worthy of a Saturday Night Live skit. I am guessing that they were in their mid-sixties. The sister walked right up to a clearly gay twenty something man and put her arm around him.
“Hey honey, ya got a girlfriend?”
“Do you want one?”
‘Um, its complicated,” he said.
If you know me for five minutes you know that at the sight of this I launched in to a loud laughing fit and made a complete spectacle of myself.
Meanwhile, the brother told me about his various girlfriends and wives over the years, and about what he did and did not want in a mate. The gay guy scampered off and the sister came over to tell me more about her brother's various ex-wives and girlfriends in alarmingly descriptive yet fascinating detail. The sister took off in search of another twenty something. I decided it was time to relocate with some coffee.
She sounded alarmed when she started.
“Oh my God."
"Oh my God. You NEED this.”
She pulled the tension from my neck, back, arms, hands and head. She beat the tar out of me. When she was done I felt fantastic. I kind of wanted to stay in that chair forever, but I pulled my face out of the donut hole they put it in and got reacquainted with the chaos around me.
There was a guy to my right, a young salesman that reminded me of my brother Steve when he was in
high school. Kind of like a Ferris Bueller-type character. Steve is still extremely fun loving, but this guy had the over-the-top humor, gestures, and volume that most of us tone down a bit by the time we reach our thirties. He asked about my day, and we toasted and celebrated my success.
“I had a successful day
too. Its time for a party in this
little corner of LGA,” he said.
“Work hard play hard,” he added.
families. The LGA Delta Ipads at this area have a feature that monitors your flight while you are sitting there.
We all monitored our flights and were hardly phased when all three of our flights were further delayed.
We were all having a great time until I heard my name being paged. It turns out that as fabulous as the
whole Ipad setup is, you really cant count on them to monitor your flight. I ran off with hurried goodbyes to my
new friends and dashed over to just barely make the flight. I was the last person to sit down.
She asked me about good places in walking distance.
We exchanged information and agreed to meet at this delightful Tiki bar, at Stockmans on Transit Road some time in the summer.