Hubby and I returned this morning from a wonderful vacation in Maui. We arrived, all tanned and rested, at the Kahului Airport last night a little early for our scheduled flight (United 46) that was due to depart at 9:20. We didn't think to call first. Maybe we've been spoiled by the great on-time performance of Jet Blue. Seems we could have had another glass of wine and enjoyed one more sunset.
Instead, we listened to some of the other bummed-out passengers sing the Blues. There was the guy who insisted the agent look at his name on the ticket to see just who he was. Someone important no doubt.....flying coach. And the woman who just had to be in Seattle before 5 o'clock today, which was looking doubtful. And my favorite.......the young woman who asked to be changed to a seat in an empty row so she could lay down. Hubby and I, realizing that we were helplessly stranded on an island and completely at the mercy of the airline, did the only thing that seemed sensible at the time. We went for ice cream. Rarely is there anything that can't be made more endurable with ice cream.
And about the sock. I didn't make much progress. It's not easy to knit when one is lathering up with sun screen, and trying to get sand off of one's fingers. And then there's the occasional need for two hands--one to hold the wine glass and the other to grab the dried cuttle fish snack. And of course some picture-taking needed doing, so as to have some nice illustrations for my story, "What I did on my Summer Vacation."
The story will continue, but first I need to rest up from "the Blues."
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