Boy came home from his trip to New Jersey a week early.
Who loves his mama?
Here’s how that went.
Eight o’clock last night as I’m driving home from CVS, I get a text from him:
“I think I want to come home.”
An hour later, he had a new plane ticket that I had to buy outright, because the people at Travelocity wanted to charge me FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS to reticket him. I simply got off the phone with the very nice man from Pakistan and bought him a new ticket from Spirit Airlines. This saved me $316 and saved Boy three hours of travel time, which was to include another layover in Atlanta's airport.
On his trip up, I got really odd texts from Boy while he was in Atlanta about the used needles receptacles in the bathrooms and the guy who was wearing a kilt and reading a book on Paganism, so you can imagine the scenarios that were running through my head at the idea of him spending three hours in Atlanta again. Plus, if he doesn't know better that to share all that crazy stuff with his mother who will obsess over it, how much common sense could Boy possibly have? I'm just saying.
So, I picked him up from the airport this afternoon.
He's already driving me crazy.
It’s fantastic!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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6 comments:
Ah, you gotta hand it to those Pakistani ticket wallahs :))
teehee .. my Pookie has been gone too, she's coming home tomorrow night :-)
I don't think my son should go anywhere until he is at least 45. Although someone once told me that the reason there are the terrible teenagers years is so that you really don't mind when they finally decide to go. :)
hah.
Ain't life grand???/
that post totally cracked me up.
I would have done the same thing.
Aw, he wanted to come home to see his mama? When you get that kind of opportunity from your kid, it's hard not to do what you can to get the little bugger back on a plan, right? That's the spirit (har, har).
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