Well, here I am at almost 1 in the morning, in a grumpy mood because I missed April fool’s day…well, I didn’t actually miss it…I was just too busy having weird things happen to really get into the day.
I was flying yesterday and it was like I was a magnet for drama.
A dazed looking woman came up to me in the airport before my flight and I asked her if she’d “lost” someone….her reply?…”I think my husband is having a heart attack.” I was off and running dragging my little, three hundred pound “carry-on” luggage behind me.
I got to call out the scariest sentence…”Is anyone here a Doctor?”…and then I found an airport employee to help her. As I got on the plane there were perhaps ten medical personnel surrounding the man in question, a gurney at the ready.
That shook me up to say the least. I got on the plane…there was a woman in the middle seat, blocking my way to my window seat. She announced that she had a medical condition and that I “would have to climb over her”. I climbed over her.
Still shaken up by the previous scary situation, my new intimate friend, the lady next to me, spoke a few words. We made a little small talk and then she burst into tears and I couldn’t understand a word she was saying. I patted her on the shoulder and told her to take deep breaths…after a while, she calmed herself. She did this at least FOUR times during the flight.
I got off the plane feeling like someone had grabbed me by the hair, twisted my whole body like a wet rag, and then kicked me in the……..posterior.
So…this image shows you how I look when the universe decides to prank me…or whatever the heck you’d call the day I just had.