Airport days
Mon, 04/17/2006 - 6:35pm — rebecca
So here is something that I think says a lot about our family. Recently on chat 2 of my aunts got into a dicussin about going to the airport dressed as cheerleaders. What is so interesting to me is that one aunt could not remeber doing this. Have we made so many airport trips that they reached the point where they just all blend together? And how many familys do you think have this problem? We need to compile a list of all our airport trips. 9/11 obviousely affected our passion but I think that at this point so many of us drive to Ohio that Luanne and Vicki would stop telling poeple when they were going to arrive. My children will never know the thrill and fear of getting off the plane that I once did. I am sure they are just heart broken about that.
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The first airport greeting
I can write about the very first airport greeting. I don't remember the year for sure but it was before Tish was born. It was summer time and Molly was home visiting from Florida. I called to give them my flight arrival information and Molly and Jenni just kept laughing so hard and assuring me that they'd both meet me at the airport that I knew something was up. I wanted to get off the airplane without them seeing me so I could figure out what was going on, so I tucked a hat and some dark glasses and a shawl in my briefcase and when the pilot announced that we were landing in Cleveland, I pulled the hat way down over my head, and put on the dark glasses and the shawl. (The guy sitting next to me kept looking at me very nervously out of the corner of his eye.)
When I got off the plane, there was no sign of either Molly or Jenni but, to my surprise, Susan Eshelman was standing there waiting for me. Then I knew for sure that something was up. Susan didn't recognize me so I walked right past her. A short way down the concourse I found Jenni and Molly in their disguises. Can't remember for sure what Molly was wearing -- a wig of some kind -- but I know that Jenni was wearing a scarf over her head and a pair of Dad's old glasses with their coke bottle bottom lenses. One or the other of them had some teeth blacked out. That's the first time I laughed so hard in an airport that I wet my pants.
bittersweet
that is very funny! I am glad I will not have to be a part of this.