Since Daniel goes to college in Wisconsin, there are some neuroses logistics involved in his trips back and forth. I’m a Jewish mother and I worry.
It’s May and even in the Midwest the weather was good, so this time I didn’t even think about worrying. I should have. Because things didn’t go according to the plan.
I’m not sure you need the details.
I’m more sure you don’t WANT the details.
They included: fog in Monterey, a broken gate to the airport parking lot, two trips to the airport, two attempted landings, a foiled welcome home plan with Daniel’s friend, V incommunicado in Los Angeles, Daniel incommunicado with a broken cell phone, a flight diverted to a different airport, a missing parking lot attendant, a second stuck airport gate, a two-hour ride in an airport shuttle, a man named Harry, a lady named Bettina, and a dead raccoon.
A clusterfuck. But with a happy ending: he’s home.