Notes From an Airport in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

So. I’m at the airport about to board a flight for New York. Hope I make it…my first flight was cancelled. I should have checked the flight status before we left (Grrrr volunteered to drive me to the airport at 6am, God love ‘im!), because as we were about halfway to the airport, I dialed the number to check my flight and gate status. Sure enough—the flight was a no-go.

And that was so annoying to Grrrr who’d asked me if I checked the status while I was still getting ready/packing at home. And that started us in on our “contra” discussion that we’ve been having lately. See, Grrrr thinks that I go contra on him. If he says “black”, I say “white”…and that kind of stuff. Not that it has anything to do with checking the flight info from home, it just spurred the conversation.

And the contra thing is kinda true.

And I guess if it’s kinda true from my perspective, then it’s 100% true in his eyes, so it’s something that I need to be conscious of.

After a few more choice words (not angry, just annoyed), Grrrrr decided that I was taking him to breakfast. We had to go a slightly different route to the airport since we started to turn around mid-journey, so I wasn’t sure what was going to be open for breakfast (at that point, it was 6:30am)…until I spotted a Cracker Barrel and told Grrrr to hang a quick one!

Now get this. Grrrrr had never, EVER been to a Cracker Barrel! Didn’t even know what one was! I got to show him what its alllll about. And I think it was a brand spanking new Cracker Barrel at that. We sat in front of the most lovely roaring fire and filled our bellies with coffee and pancakes, and that’s when Grrr started to thaw out. We laughed at all the old-fashioned stuff on the walls and in the store and even played that dorky golf-tee game while I regaled Grrrrr with tales of road trips as a kid and pit stops at the Cracker Barrel.

And by 8am, we were golden—awake and warm and happy and both ready to start our weeks. The fight cancellation turned out to be a gift—the BEST kind of gift!

And now I think my flight is about to board. I’ll try to come back tonight at the hotel and post…

Oops. Jinxed it. Another 50-minute delay. Don’t you just LOVE air travel in the winter?!