That was... eventful.

[butterfly]

Right now, I'm waiting for mom to call me on the phone.

Why?

Because I don't know if she's still at the airport or not.

I was planning to leave 6-ish to pick her up.

Then I locked my keys in the house.

I ended up breaking my window to get in. Actually breaking the glass.

It's odd to have a non-intentional cut on my arm.

So, I race to the airport, get there 15 minutes late.

I have two bucks in my wallet, which means that I can only stay parked half an hour. 'Cause it's $1.50 per half hour.

Mom is nowhere to be found.

I page her. I call home and leave a message.

Finally, I leave because I know that my time is running short.

Then, I notice that I need gas. Like, five minutes away from not working kind of needing gas.

I have no cash. The place I stop doesn't take checks. It takes nearly 15 minutes for my card to be accepted.

I get home.

Mom's on the answering machine. The plane was late, the time she called 7:20 pm.

I try *69. The phone rings about 10 times before I give up.

So, here I am.

And I'm curiously zen about the whole thing.

I really should clean up that glass.

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[butterfly.livejournal.com]

Yeah. She's good.