So here I sit at my aunt's computer...she's just read some of my blog and is very excited about reading it and catching up with what's going on in Indiana. Guess I'll have to stop talking about her. Oh, wait, she's here? Shit...HI CAROL!!! Oh she's nutty as a fruitcake and she'd be the first to admit it, what am I thinking? She won't care if I talk about her.
Mom and I got in to PA an hour later than we were supposed to...really, Southwest Airlines, you're KILLING me...no storms, no ice, no inclement weather, and the inbound flight was delayed. The only good thing? At Midway Airport you don't have to sit in the bar to drink. SCORE! I grabbed a draft (yes, I had to drink draft, it's the only way I could take it into the terminal) and went out to sit next to the Janet before she made too many friends. It's a bad habit we share...talking to complete strangers. We befriended this very nervous strange man...who talked about a lot of stuff we didn't think was funny but laughed appropriately anyway. I was soooooo glad when my mom said later "Did you understand the blah-blah-blah story? I didn't get what was so funny?" Yeah, me neither mom. Anyway, I ordered a beer on the plane and they didn't charge me for it. SCORE #2!!! This is starting off to be quite a nice vacation.
So by the time we get there, Carol and Rich have been circling the airport (no, not for an hour, they knew the flight was delayed) - so we hop in and off we go. We're not 4 minutes away from the airport and Carol and mom are yakkity-yak-yakking...over each other, in two different conversations (hmmmmmmm, wonder where I got that ability??) and all of sudden Rich is SCREAMING - "CAROL....CAROL...can you shut up for a minute, I'm trying to tell Janet something!!!!" Rich yells sometimes, we're all used to it. I don't think he can hear himself a lot. So what he HAS to tell my mother is something we all already know, about whatever precription they're talking about (note: people in our parent's generation talk about cholesterol and scripts first, everything else second), and I think we've already said during the conversation...but he feels better after getting it off his chest. I'D feel better if he watched the road more in the construction zones rather than staring down the equipment and the crew working the night shift to see if he knows the guys. It's what he used to do for a living...but still...seriously...eyes on the road, bub!
So we get to the house and there's a lot of chatting and eating....and eating and chatting. Carol made breaded pork chops that my mom and I totally feasted on at 10pm...Yuengling beer...brilliant! So happy to be in PA!
The next day is hilarious, and depressing and hilarious again...I'll have to tell that story another day.
I will leave you this thought that my lovely father left me with when we talked after touching down in Pittsburgh:
M: Blah-blah-blah-shit-my-dad-doesn't-care-about
Dad: Well I gotta go, I've got stuff to do.
M: I'm sure you do.
D: Yeah, I'm going out to hide Easter eggs tonight. That way by Sunday I'll have forgotten where they are and it will be more fun.
You gotta love the Harry.
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Well, your flight sounds like a cake walk to me. Try flying to Reno, NV and being puked on, on the way out and sitting next to a Middle Eastern Man (no Turbin) who proceeded to pick his nose for the first hour of the flight. As you know there is not much room to seperate yourself. Finally, I said, "hey, do you need some fucking Kleenex?" I tried to sleep but I couldn't due to the fear of a booger flick fest as retaliation...
JIM--I can't stop laughing. Did you really say "Fucking Kleenex?"
Yes I did. I think the F word got lost in traslation though...
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