Me, upon arriving in Amarillo, “You have such little faith.”
“Why, what do you mean?”
” ‘We can TRY to go to the gate, but it’s not looking good.’ ”
“Dude. That was just my reverse manifestation.”
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We’re visiting my sister, literally- Sister Felicity, at her convent near Amarillo, Texas.
Our flight was at 7 so we left our house a few minutes before 5. Under normal circumstances the airport is about 20 minutes away. But Friday + rush hour + a train + Jen’s shortcut + many lights still out due to Ike = 1.5 hour trip to the airport.
I think we checked in 20 minutes before our flight was due to leave. But we made it. One of us wasn’t worried.
