The Third Time is the Charm
It's Friday Night. What Could Go Wrong?
Every week I wonder what the heck I am going to write about, and now for the 3rd week straight1 I have an answer: I ask my wife - as she is the bearer of bad news.
Lately I have been dreading Friday nights. Usually Friday nights are fun, yes? It’s the end of the work week and it’s time to kick back and relax.
Not if you get text messages like this:
It was supposed to be a good week. I had NO dog, NO wife, and NO child at home. For 3 days.! And except for the work thing, I had the entire house to myself.2
The plan was to pick up the ladies (all 3 of them) Friday night and bring them home.
Until. Until the text message arrived.
You see, wife and child were on a little vacation to see friends and have a great time. Which, they did. It was the little one’s first airplane ride and she had a blast. We have gotten full use out her little earmuffs. Also she got some plastic wings.
Anyway, the plan was I work until 8pm or so, go home and shower/eat and then pick up the girls at the airport about midnight. It would make for a long night but it was doable.
But then the text message above. When I saw it at first I thought “Oh come on, you’ve got to kidding me!” and sure enough there was a problem. Not a huge problem but a problem nonetheless.
Wifey had both day and time wrong for her return flight. She thought she was supposed to fly Friday at 10pm, but the flight was actually 8 hours later at 6am Saturday.
If she was flying alone, I would laugh and tell her not to drink too much in the lounge, but she had a 4 year old in two that needed a bed because, you know - 4 year olds go to bed at a reasonable hour.
I was worried. She was alone with our little girl in a a big empty airport.
The knee jerk reaction was to book a room at JFK. But it was $600 a night. A night!
We didn’t even need it for 8 hours, so that was out. BW tried to get Delta to let them into the lounge but because Delta Sucks they wouldn’t let her in or sell her access. Did I mention they suck? 3
So, they made do and set up camp in the terminal of JFK. Apparently 4 year olds don’t fall asleep until 4 am when you’re stuck in the terminal for 8 hours with all your luggage and a car seat that weighs more than the four year old.
Poor wife. She had to deal with an over-tired, over excited child in an empty terminal where the only other signs of life were the cleaning staff. Apparently the floor cleaner that you can ride was fascinating! Also, don’t lick the windows at the airport - I’m glad she’s caught up on all her shots.
Long story short the ladies had an unexpected night at JFK due to the fact that the wife has trouble with numbers and time.
Unless it’s Friday nights. Then she’s right on time.
