Email from/to Mark
I love getting email from my older brother Mark. It's the most confused of all my relationships.
August 15-16th
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Email from Mark: Mme? Did the airline get u out?
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Email reply from Mme L:
How astute of you to remember. Yeah.
Yes: by the very hair of my teeth. By FIVE stinkin' minutes and only because one of the pilots was double-parking his previous flight.
Yes: by the very hair of my teeth. By FIVE stinkin' minutes and only because one of the pilots was double-parking his previous flight.
Many didn't
make it home at all and I had no kids, no plans I couldn't get out of
today. I felt very guilty and you know I don't favor guilt. There were
two large packs of Chinese high school student totaling more than 120;
these were informed that there two flights connecting back home had
been cancelled outright. Confusion, mayhem, hysteria. Bad very bad.
I
was a complete disaster: I may have burst into stress induced tears at
the back of the plane on the first flight only to have two Marines, an
off duty stewardess, a returning co pilot pat me on the shoulders, hand
over large amounts of Kleenex and prevent me from passing
out/vomiting/collapsing completely. For I am a hysterical, dramatic
person.
And if you see "Chris" from the Reagan Int'l airport (a building exactly as hideous as it sounds), feel free to punch him in the face for me. What an utter dick.
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