Good news! I made it to where I was going and I didn't die!
Last week, I made the mistake of telling my mom that I was traveling for work this week. Let the paranoia commence. You have to be at the airport at FIVE-THIRTY? It's still DARK outside. Why can't Greg take you? Why can't you take SuperShuttle? I think that's better because they drop you off and pick you up at your house. You're traveling ALONE? Will the parking lot people even NOTICE if someone attacks you? You're ALONE and LITTLE. Why can't Greg take you? Did you ask him?
Hi. I'd like that 20 minutes of my life back. Because I spent that time explaining to my mom how it was fine, I had it all planned out, I'm not parking in the rather sketchy parking lot at my office, I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly.
Fast-forward to the weekend. Greg and I had dinner at my mom's house. While there, she asks Greg why he can't take me to the airport. Two minutes - that's how long Greg took to explain that I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly. Her response? Greg, you're so good at planning. What! Greg did a whole lot of NO planning. Shoot. It's better if I just don't tell her until everything is said and done, because then she won't concern herself with the details. I will forever be the clueless child in my mother's eyes.
