Not the western/World War 2 epic star sort, but the John Wayne Airport, located in Orange County. It was there that Chris had to catch his flight back to Minnesota, so we parked and went to check in about an hour before his flight. He was travelling first class on the way home, so we made our way through the first class line to the ticket counter. Just as he had grabbed his boarding pass from the kiosk, Mary (the ticket counter associate) asked me if I would be flying also. I told her "no," it was just him. She then stunned me by asking me if I wanted to go to the GATE with him. I didn't even know this was a possibility, so I asked her to repeat herself...and again, she told me that she could get me a complimentary gate pass since "it appears that he has stubbed his toe very badly and needs assistance...(*wink*)" OKAY! I'll go! I promptly provided her with my I.D. and off we went through security! It was such an unexpected treat to get to stay with him until boarding. Thank you, MARY!
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Geez, I dropped off my wife all alone at San Jose with a baby, stroller, car seat, and luggage and didn't get to escort her. :( Gnice.
See that is not so cool. They never give me a hard time when I send Luisa off to Mexico. You should try the Greyhound station next time they are always nice to us.
It's just like the good old days. How are we supposed to have the dramatic goodbyes with the ones we care about, like in the movies. Dang those terrorists...they ruin everything.
Coffee time! When can we meet?
you know...if you were a flight attendant, you wouldn't have those problems. And you could bring as many liquids as coherently possible.
That Amazing Grace Video is Terrible.
How can you promote such a thing. Though I have a little hindu midget breakdancing on my Myspace page.
LOVE IT.
jaosn
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