I have nothing of any importance to say but I never let that stop me before. I was off on Friday and I spent my day cleaning house because my daughter's new boy friend was coming to meet the parents. Saturday morning the two of them head off to San Francisco to meet the best friend. I gave them both a hug in the airport Saturday morning and told him to take good care of my girl. I had done all I could do by getting her drunk on Mimosas before the flight. The check in lady didn't seem to notice, but she did pick up on something the girl had missed.
“I can't check your bags through to San Francisco because you are landing at Laguardia and taking off from JFK.” My daughter looks at the paper in her hands as if seeing it for the first time. We both say something like OMG, you're kidding, even though we know she isn't. The new man, Marc, is non pulsed, which is going to serve him well if he plans on hanging out with Eva.
“Well, that's going to make that four hour layover a lot less boring” he states with the edge of a smile in his voice. Eva and I are outright laughing at this point.
“I guess that's what you get when you plan a trip with two days notice” she says.
“Hey, it's gonna be more fun this way” I tell her encouragingly. “It will be an adventure.” As we take the long walk to the gate Eva suddenly remembers that she doesn't know her best friend's address. Once again Marc gives no indication he finds this unusual. My phone rang around three in the afternoon. They have negotiated the transfer and are sitting on the tarmac at JFK with suitcases tucked safely in the hold. I hear the edge of terror in my daughter's voice.
“There is something wrong with the plane.”
“It will be okay sweetie. They won't take off until it's fixed.”
“There is something wrong with the plane” she repeats, speaking slowly and louder since I have obviously not heard her the first time. Marc makes soothing noises in the background while I find out through questioning that it is only the toilet, not the engine or the electrical system. I tease my frequent but jittery flyer into laughter. I am beginning to think that Marc is up to the challenge of my girl. I guess that if meeting the parents and the crazy best friend in one hysterical unplanned weekend doesn't break them up we're going to be seeing a lot more of him.
I don't know, if I was drunk up on Mimosas and the toilet didn't work, I'd be a bit nervous too. That's a long way to fly with a full bladder!!
ReplyDeleteHe definitely sounds like a keeper.
ReplyDeleteWell WG you have a good point, but I think she was sober by the time she got onto the plane in NYC, which was likely the problem. Seems like the toilet was frozen in the bitter cold, not a great prospect for the 150 people on a 6 hour flight.
ReplyDeleteLilu I do hope she hangs onto him. He is smart, employed in a professional job he loves, well mannered and not too hard on the eyes. He passed the parent test with flying colors.
Good for her, and you too! I'm glad he could keep his head when things seemed tense.
ReplyDeleteFunny thing, it wasn't really tense. We do stupid stuff like this all the time and have grown used to it. Evidently he finds us amusing.
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion, being non-plused has always been highly underrated. That's a really great quailty; one to which I aspire.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear he's "non-pulsed." How many times has a backed-up toilet brought one of those planes down?
ReplyDeleteM@ although my daughter looks fearless, she is not a good flyer, to say the least. Anything wrong with the plane, even a seat cushion that won't stay in place, is a warning signal that the mechanics who worked on this airplane were careless. Since she is pretty certain she is going to die in a fiery crash each time she steps on a plane, it takes very little to have her digging her fingernails in any available surface including the arm of her companion.
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