Jenna and I were playing Chatters Matters. My card asked me to comment on a time someone had picked me up from the airport. I don't recall having needed someone to come pick me up, but I related the time when I had sent Roland to the airport to claim my brother and sister.
It was late at night - early in the morning. I don't remember. After Midnight. My mom would have gone, but I had asked Roland. We weren't married at the time, but I was certain that he would do it. He was surprised when I offered to come with him. Why wouldn't I? They were my sibs. Kayla and Corey were returning from a trip they had taken to Europe. The plane was late.
I think we were at the airport for a couple of hours. Those waiting were tired, some achy. Roland was thanking me for being there and giving me a massage. I remember telling him that he could make some money if he offered that wonderful service to others who were waiting.
We were waiting at the gate. It was before the terrorist attack - before the planes were grounded - before we had to remove our shoes and spend hours moving from security line to security line. Jenna will never know how airport life was different for me than it will be for her.
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