This past week was a long one in New England. The weather was wet and all I could think of was getting back home.
My travel day on Tuesday was one of the most frustrating I've had in a while. It started when I was on my way to the airport and stopped behind someone at a red light. Stopped behind someone who was driving a manual transmission car.
Remember the part about being stopped at the light? We were on a hill. A fairly steep hill. Apparently the girl in front of me wasn't so great at getting going on a hill.
The light turned green and she promptly stalled her car. But instead of stalling and hitting the brakes, she stalled & rolled back about 2 feet. And then proceeded to stall 2 more times, each time rolling another 2 or 3 feet. At this point, my car was in reverse & I was just trying to keep from getting rolled into.
Eventually she got going, but by then, my nerves were on edge. What else?
I walked up right as the shuttle bus at the airport pulled off.
I tried to enter the airport and went for the "Exit" door. Didn't work so well.
The man at the security line was a LIAR. "Security Line at D is much faster." Not so much.
A woman and her father were behind me going through security. She was impatient, she was short, she was fussy. And he was confused.
We chatted a little and after getting through security I turned to her and said, "It must be hard for you both to have him traveling." She looked at me and told me that he suffered from Alzheimer's/Dementia.
And I almost started crying. I wanted to give them both a big hug - I've been there & seen the effects.
But I didn't. I went on to my gate and was off to New England.
I got my car, a funny little Yaris, and was off to the office.
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Almost there when I suddenly had to slam on the brakes. As I was coming off of the interstate, this animal came trotting across the exit ramp:
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And this wild turkey took his sweet time getting across the road.
As he reached the grass, that guy turned around & I swear I hurt him say, "Gobble Gobble Sucka!"
I shot right back, "You're lucky I didn't hit you & pack your birdy butt in dry ice & ship you home!"
And that, was the icing on my travel day cake.
Happy Monday!
My travel day on Tuesday was one of the most frustrating I've had in a while. It started when I was on my way to the airport and stopped behind someone at a red light. Stopped behind someone who was driving a manual transmission car.
Remember the part about being stopped at the light? We were on a hill. A fairly steep hill. Apparently the girl in front of me wasn't so great at getting going on a hill.
The light turned green and she promptly stalled her car. But instead of stalling and hitting the brakes, she stalled & rolled back about 2 feet. And then proceeded to stall 2 more times, each time rolling another 2 or 3 feet. At this point, my car was in reverse & I was just trying to keep from getting rolled into.
Eventually she got going, but by then, my nerves were on edge. What else?
I walked up right as the shuttle bus at the airport pulled off.
I tried to enter the airport and went for the "Exit" door. Didn't work so well.
The man at the security line was a LIAR. "Security Line at D is much faster." Not so much.
A woman and her father were behind me going through security. She was impatient, she was short, she was fussy. And he was confused.
We chatted a little and after getting through security I turned to her and said, "It must be hard for you both to have him traveling." She looked at me and told me that he suffered from Alzheimer's/Dementia.
And I almost started crying. I wanted to give them both a big hug - I've been there & seen the effects.
But I didn't. I went on to my gate and was off to New England.
I got my car, a funny little Yaris, and was off to the office.
image viaAlmost there when I suddenly had to slam on the brakes. As I was coming off of the interstate, this animal came trotting across the exit ramp:
image viaAnd this wild turkey took his sweet time getting across the road.
As he reached the grass, that guy turned around & I swear I hurt him say, "Gobble Gobble Sucka!"
I shot right back, "You're lucky I didn't hit you & pack your birdy butt in dry ice & ship you home!"
And that, was the icing on my travel day cake.
Happy Monday!
