This month, I have committed to writing every day through the community at Two Writing Teachers. All are welcome to the March Slice of Life Challenge! It's not too late to join in with comments-- or just read...
Whenever my husband fly together, we debate the time to arrive at the airport. He likes to get there early. If he is through security and sitting outside the gate with 90 minutes to spare, he's a happy guy. Me? I'd rather have the adrenalin rush that comes with rushing to the back of the line. (Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I tend to cut my airport arrival time pretty close.) When I travel with Garth, I now know to bring a good book and buy myself an airport coffee.
Last night, we had our daughter's basketball semi-final game in a neighboring town.
"We have to leave early," Garth said.
"Just give me a time," I answered.
We left way earlier than I would have if left to my own decision making. He convinced me that the ticket line would be long.
"But we pre-purchased tickets," I said.
"We're bringing a kid who still needs a ticket."
"Plus, we want good seats," My youngest daughter piped in.
I tried not to roll my eyes, and I got into the driver's seat, ready to go. Garth is a better navigator, so I usually do the driving. As a light turned green, the car in front of us didn't go right away.
"Give him a toot," Garth said, before counting to three.
"No," I answered.
He laughed at himself and rubbed his hands together. "I'm a little antsy."
We got to the game in plenty of time. Parking was easy, the ticket line was short, and we had plenty of choices for seats. (I didn't say I told you so...) Pre-basketball games aren't like airports; there's no good coffee and it's a lousy reading environment. However, there are a lot of people to catch up with, and I ended up with a lot of time to see and talk to friends. All good, since some of them I won't see much until next year's basketball season--after last night's game, basketball season is over for the Farmington girls.