Earlier this spring when Theo and I were coming home from DC our flight was delayed. Actually, it was cancelled after delaying it in 15 minutes increments for hours. Hours. In the end, after sitting sitting sitting we had to sprint to a cab to a different airport to a flight that was just about to shut it's doors when we ran up into the gateway. But we got on, got a seat, and had a fine flight.
When we arrived in Minnesota we went out to the curb to wait for our trusty driver, Jon. While waiting a large, boxy, sedan pulled up to pick up the elderly gent waiting next to us. Out of this solid vehicle from the early 90's stepped a small woman- probably in her late 70s. Wearing a purple velour pantsuit and black leather driving gloves. She ran around the back of the car, popped the trunk, literally threw the huge waiting suitcase in, hastily motioned the man into the front seat, and pulled the hell out of there with a bit of flourish.
Made the whole earlier flight delay worthwhile for me.
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