Je suis amoureuse
En Avion!
Guys,
remember last month’s storm in New York.,
when all departing flights
were delayed or cancelled? Well, the week my sister and I had planned to return from our vacation coincidentally coincided with the
storm.
My sister’s flight home was cancelled and she believed herself to be stranded in the Washington airport for the next two days. A friend gladly took her in. I,
on the other hand, was stuck at the freezing airport
to return home only five hours later than expected. I spent hours writing, revising, sending and checking emails. I believe I got
plenty of work done despite the reoccurring shivers and stomach growling for real food. The airport
desk attendant gave me plenty of peppermints each
time I approached him concerning the status of the
flight. Eventually I became frustrated and
blurted, "Why the hell do
you keep giving me candy, tell me when I’ll be able to board a flight".
Due to the mints, by that time, he knew that I had
some fresh breath. In my travel bag was placed an
expensive box of truffles purchased for my darling. It took 30
minutes to select the chocolates that fit his taste. But in all honesty I was seriously debating whether to eat them or not. I didn’t want to ruin
that perfect packaging, in which the girl so
delicately laced. I was convinced that she had been previously
enrolled in some type of ribbon tying class. Anyhow,
I eventually arrived
home. Seeking pity
from my loved one, I whined about how cold and hungry I felt. I felt revived by
the sympathy given.
I showed him the truffles and he uninterestingly
expressed his gratitude. Annoyed at 4:55 am, I grabbed a cup of ice. During my time
spent at the airport, I'd envisioned a vibrant happy
reaction. Although feeling very fatigued, irritated and ill, I was overjoyed to be back in bed. The following day, I woke up late afternoon and ate
each and every last truffle.
In reality, I think I wanted them for myself all along.
~My fault. My bad!
Bien bien, Je suis desole:)
