Monumental Proportions
TNPer
So, today I had to go get my friend at the airport. It wouldn't have been bad, if it wasn't 4 in the fucking morning.
So, I went to bed at, what was it, 11? Right after popping into IRC and being sexy in there, along with chatting with Dylan for a few. I tell you, thank god for cats and coffee. My cat woke me up at 2 am, because she was attacking a plastic bag that my drumsticks were laying on. Worst noise ever. So I dragged my ass out of bed, and threw her out of my room. Okay, I didn't actually throw her, but you get the idea.
I grabbed some coffee, took the coldest shower ever so I could be awake, and drove to the airport. I remembered (somehow) to grab the sign I made out of cardboard with her name on it, for comedic effect when I got there. So, I get to the airport, go inside, by this time it's about 3.30, and I realize something.
I don't know where the fuck her gate is.
I panic. To say the least. I start running around the airport, saying nothing but "Shitshitshitshitshit!" for 15 minutes. Then I decide to check thelist of incoming flights. Her flight from Florida is coming in to Gate 4.
Okay, I know where to go. So I head over there, sign in hand, sweating like a pig because of the fact that I never run anywhere, because I prefer to walk*, and because of the panic attack I just had.
I get to the gate, and hold up the sign. She walks out, sees me, starts laughing her head off, and comes over and gives me a hug. I start laughing too, and I say, "Yeah, it's an awesome sign." She looks up at me and says:
"I was laughing becasue your shoes are on the wrong feet, and your wearing that shirt that has a huge tire tread on it**."
Shit.
Oh well, too late to change now. We go grab her luggage and drive back to her place. After I take her stuff inside, (the gentleman that I am), I turn to her and say, "You owe me big time right now."
"Why?"
"Just because of the shit I dealt with at the airport."
I didn't tell her what happened. I may look like an idiot. So now she thinks that security gave me grief. It's so funny.
-MP out
* (because running makes you look like a retard out in public places)
** (I was driving to NYC one time, and it was really hot in the car. At the end of my street, I took off my shirt ((I wasn't driving)) and it blew out the window. Some car ran over it. Hence the tire tread.)
So, I went to bed at, what was it, 11? Right after popping into IRC and being sexy in there, along with chatting with Dylan for a few. I tell you, thank god for cats and coffee. My cat woke me up at 2 am, because she was attacking a plastic bag that my drumsticks were laying on. Worst noise ever. So I dragged my ass out of bed, and threw her out of my room. Okay, I didn't actually throw her, but you get the idea.
I grabbed some coffee, took the coldest shower ever so I could be awake, and drove to the airport. I remembered (somehow) to grab the sign I made out of cardboard with her name on it, for comedic effect when I got there. So, I get to the airport, go inside, by this time it's about 3.30, and I realize something.
I don't know where the fuck her gate is.
I panic. To say the least. I start running around the airport, saying nothing but "Shitshitshitshitshit!" for 15 minutes. Then I decide to check thelist of incoming flights. Her flight from Florida is coming in to Gate 4.
Okay, I know where to go. So I head over there, sign in hand, sweating like a pig because of the fact that I never run anywhere, because I prefer to walk*, and because of the panic attack I just had.
I get to the gate, and hold up the sign. She walks out, sees me, starts laughing her head off, and comes over and gives me a hug. I start laughing too, and I say, "Yeah, it's an awesome sign." She looks up at me and says:
"I was laughing becasue your shoes are on the wrong feet, and your wearing that shirt that has a huge tire tread on it**."
Shit.
Oh well, too late to change now. We go grab her luggage and drive back to her place. After I take her stuff inside, (the gentleman that I am), I turn to her and say, "You owe me big time right now."
"Why?"
"Just because of the shit I dealt with at the airport."
I didn't tell her what happened. I may look like an idiot. So now she thinks that security gave me grief. It's so funny.
-MP out
* (because running makes you look like a retard out in public places)
** (I was driving to NYC one time, and it was really hot in the car. At the end of my street, I took off my shirt ((I wasn't driving)) and it blew out the window. Some car ran over it. Hence the tire tread.)
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