So Now You’re 62
My daughter and I drove to the airport to pick up my other daughter.
Jokingly, I said it will probably take me three times to get it right. Getting to the American Airlines pick up, I pulled over, put on my hazards. Of course, I was early because that’s me, I’m always early.
A buff young man in a yellow jacket knocked on my window. I politely opened it. “You can’t wait here,” he said.
Not wanting to wrestle with TSA, I began to circle the airport. Are you aware of how many lane choices are at the airport?
You are correct. I took the wrong one. Ending up on the highway, my daughter directed me back to the airport.
On the right was a restaurant/bar named The Final Approach. I laughed out loud. “I hope so.”
We were in stitches laughing.
My daughter said, “Go slow, real slow. Get behind that long line of SUV’s.”
I complied, inching along.
Reaching American again, I pulled over, put my hazards on. Julie got out to meet her sister. I noticed the cars ahead didn’t have their hazards on so I turned mine off, also.
It was magic. No TSA at my window.
By: Pat ‘Golden Girl’ Lynne
gallery Circling the Airport