Her Majesty is flying to Phoenix tomorrow to sit the grandchildren while their parents are off doing their thing. My first and only question when she makes a flight is, what time does the flight leave Columbus? I don't know why I ask since it's always the same. "The plane leaves at 6 am", she'll say. I hate when this happens.
When I hear this it's like a punch to the gut. Frequent fliers know that the earlier the flight the less expensive it is. 6 AM is the earliest flight available.
My options are limited. We leave the house at 4:30 AM. My clothes will be laid out so I can jump out of bed, brush my teeth and start the car by 4:30. It only takes a half hour to get to Columbus International and I know I'll be home by 5:30 then back in the sack.
The problem with this scenario is intermittent sleep will give me the nauseous gut wrenching feeling all day. Plus, I'll have to be up by 8 am to let Charlie do his outdoor dump. If not then I'll be scrubbing carpets.
Okay, as a husband I've done my duty but let's put the proverbial shoe on the other foot. Let's say it is me who has the 6 am flight. The conversation goes this way, "Honey, why don't you make it easy on yourself and get a motel(double the price) next to the airport."
She might be little but she has the power of a hydrogen bomb.
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