So, as you may or may not or maybe kinda sorta might recall that Scope was flying into town to romp away the wily weekend with me Thursday night…. right as FlashForward was ending.
What to do…. miss the last few all-important, nail-biting minutes of FlashForward (and, thus, not know quite what the heck is going on next week) to race to the airport to meet Scope on schedule…. or leave my tired, travel-worn, lovely fiancé abandoned alone, and feeling unloved, in the cold, cruel, unflatteringly-lit airport for a few minutes while I finish watching that crack-like addictive show with my new best friend, Guilt, telling me what a cruddy fiancée I am the whoooooooooole stinkin’ time?
Tough call. No, really.
But, fortunately, fate or luck or karma or wish-granting-and-magic-wand-wielding Southwest Airlines fairies or something swooped in at the last minute and saved me from having to make my dreaded decision myself. You see, when I looked up Scope’s flight on SWA’s website I saw it was (….drum roll please….) delayed by ten minutes.
PERFECT!!!! I could see the whole show AND still get to the airport in time!!!! Woo-hoo!!!!
My Guilt and I hi-fived each other and then I plopped myself down on my couch in all my FlashForwardy bliss; gasping and startling and shouting things at the TV like, “OH MY GOD, THAT GUY IS A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FLIPPING PSYCHO!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING!!”
But then it went all wrong. That harmless little ten minute delay which would have worked out sooooooooo nicely for me, Scope, and my Guilt, turned into an ugly thirty minute delay….
….which turned into a stinky fifty minute delay….
….which turned into an unfair hour delay….
….which turned into a whattheheckisgoingon???? hour and fifteen minute delay….
….and then some.
(Stupid overzealous Southwest Airlines flight-delay-wish-granting fairies!!!!)
Every time I looked at the flight status it got worse and worse and worse. I started wondering if something bad had happened: did his plane make an emergency landing in Omaha or what????
Scope didn’t set foot inside Sea-Tac Airport until almost 11 pm (1 am, his time) and he was EXHAUSTED…. and yet looking mightily dapper with his fresh, new look….
Mm-hmm. That Van Dyke beard he’d been sporting for a few years now has been shaven off, leaving his handsome face bare and—and ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE, that’s what!!!!!!!!!
And, please, is there ANYTHING on Earth that can match the UBERSPECTACULARNESS of that man’s smile?
The answer is no.
[….to be continued….]
© Love Letters By Cora