Good morning!
I am up at 6 for no good reason after spending a terrible day making a 6 hour air port pick up that never materialized followed by an empty gas tank on the interstate and then finding my guest wandering the streets.
What a day! First, I called my daughter and had her deliver my guest to the airport in Chicago for a flight that should have arrived in Atlanta at 3:30 in the afternoon. I left my house at 2:30 and was at the airport in plenty of time to meet my friend. But...she never showed. My daughter couldn’t take her to the gate and she did need an escort. So, the airline took her over and promised to deliver her to baggage claim in Atlanta...seriously.
An hour after the flight arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Two hours after the flight arrived, I went to the Atlanta P.D. and they issued an APB. Eventually, the airline informed me that my friend had missed her plane (even though my daughter had delivered to the Chicago airport 3 hours prior to the flight). Apparently, she had a bathroom call at the worst possible moment. We called off the APB. I awaited the arrival of 3 more Chicago flights and she wasn't on any of them. Then I decided to go home to see if she was trying to call me from Chicago.
Driving down the interstate, I noticed the gas gauge on E, but be real, it is supposed to go to a bit below, right? Not in Daddy’s car. So, out of gas and on the left side of the interstate, I sat in the car waiting to be rear ended by a drunk driver. I was eventually rescued by a nice man in a Mercedes.
When I finally got home at 10 P.M., my friends luggage was on the door step...but she was nowhere to be found. I quickly called my friend who had invited me to the St. Patrick’s Day party to explain why I never showed. Next, I heard someone yelling my name from outside.
I looked out the door and there was my airport pick up...walking down the street in what appeared to be her pajamas, calling my name.
She was wearing her pajamas, over her clothing. She had taken a cab to my house and I wasn’t there and of course, the door was locked. She had gotten cold so she took her pajamas out of her suitcase and put them on over her clothes. I felt terrible.
She sent me out to get her a bottle of scotch and then we sat and chatted for 2 hours before I had to go to bed. At about 3 A.M., I finally fell asleep.
I dreamt a bird was pecking on my hand. It wouldn’t go away. I said, “Birdie...fly away.” But it never did. Finally, the bird said my name and I realized that it was not a bird. I looked up and there was my friend, sitting on the edge of my bed...tapping my hand and calling my name. I looked at the clock. I had been asleep for a full 2 hours.
She was hungry so I got up to feed her. Now, you who have told me to keep busy have cursed me. I fear I shall be busy for a very, very, long time.
Thank you to the nice people in the Mercedes!
See ya soon, maybe after I take a nap.
Meg
I am up at 6 for no good reason after spending a terrible day making a 6 hour air port pick up that never materialized followed by an empty gas tank on the interstate and then finding my guest wandering the streets.
What a day! First, I called my daughter and had her deliver my guest to the airport in Chicago for a flight that should have arrived in Atlanta at 3:30 in the afternoon. I left my house at 2:30 and was at the airport in plenty of time to meet my friend. But...she never showed. My daughter couldn’t take her to the gate and she did need an escort. So, the airline took her over and promised to deliver her to baggage claim in Atlanta...seriously.
An hour after the flight arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Two hours after the flight arrived, I went to the Atlanta P.D. and they issued an APB. Eventually, the airline informed me that my friend had missed her plane (even though my daughter had delivered to the Chicago airport 3 hours prior to the flight). Apparently, she had a bathroom call at the worst possible moment. We called off the APB. I awaited the arrival of 3 more Chicago flights and she wasn't on any of them. Then I decided to go home to see if she was trying to call me from Chicago.
Driving down the interstate, I noticed the gas gauge on E, but be real, it is supposed to go to a bit below, right? Not in Daddy’s car. So, out of gas and on the left side of the interstate, I sat in the car waiting to be rear ended by a drunk driver. I was eventually rescued by a nice man in a Mercedes.
When I finally got home at 10 P.M., my friends luggage was on the door step...but she was nowhere to be found. I quickly called my friend who had invited me to the St. Patrick’s Day party to explain why I never showed. Next, I heard someone yelling my name from outside.
I looked out the door and there was my airport pick up...walking down the street in what appeared to be her pajamas, calling my name.
She was wearing her pajamas, over her clothing. She had taken a cab to my house and I wasn’t there and of course, the door was locked. She had gotten cold so she took her pajamas out of her suitcase and put them on over her clothes. I felt terrible.
She sent me out to get her a bottle of scotch and then we sat and chatted for 2 hours before I had to go to bed. At about 3 A.M., I finally fell asleep.
I dreamt a bird was pecking on my hand. It wouldn’t go away. I said, “Birdie...fly away.” But it never did. Finally, the bird said my name and I realized that it was not a bird. I looked up and there was my friend, sitting on the edge of my bed...tapping my hand and calling my name. I looked at the clock. I had been asleep for a full 2 hours.
She was hungry so I got up to feed her. Now, you who have told me to keep busy have cursed me. I fear I shall be busy for a very, very, long time.
Thank you to the nice people in the Mercedes!
See ya soon, maybe after I take a nap.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:23 AM
3 Comments:
Me,
I'm sorry to hear about your day. It sounds like it was very frustrating. Hopefully today will be better for you. :)
Ah Margaret, you cannot stop there. Please start from the beginning. Who, what, where, when and why.
Do you know how lucky you are to be here today. The freeway at night...strangers.....a big city. Never do that again. Don't you have a cell phone to call for help? Who is this person that seems to run on scotch? Do you need this aggravation?? What gives Margaret?
Just a reader who is concerned. So many things you say that do not connect with me. Do I need to go back to read all your journal??
Good Lord, my first time here and what a first read! Sounds like you have been busy.
Hi, I am Chuck from Alabama. I have enjoyed reading your blog and I will be back. Take care...
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